Lyrics:
a prophet
So stop it or drop it popping and mopping
Up remains of the sobbing
Ho's get left on read by Neff
Who foul but all refs they knowing best
Fuck with
a prophet
So stop it or drop it popping and mopping
Up remains of the sobbing
Ho's get left on read by Neff
Who foul but all refs they knowing best
Fuck with
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise
How could you
Dungeon
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
In my kingdom you’re banished I took your girl then
up, shoot a movie
Make 'em backup, with the Uzi
No contractor, get excluded
We let loose on all intruders
Find my peace from smoking Buddha
Turn my
I wrote a rhyme
But at the same time I also wanted to have fun
To prove my haters wrong, I wanted to have a crazy album run
To be the best, to leave
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
From Monday to Sun
Slappin and tappin and clappin on ass like a drum
Who do want some
My mind is real cuckoo
I'm taken by voodoo
I put that on juju
I'm
Choppas and glizzies we trashin the Rugers
It's hella work in my trap and 100 shots for any intruder
He think he a pit, get turned to a bitch
You think you
INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT
Alright folks, this next song is based off a true story
No names have been mentioned, but it goes a little bit
the machine
Got this money up, with no caffeine
Prepare me is Kerosene struck by
A bunch of lightening
You looking at me then your sight seeing
And what that
mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him immortal! we does not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin al
Hope fo' de best
and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane
Auctioned off every last Naugahyde divan
I'm very well acquainted with the seven
called My
Beautiful Dark Twisted
Fantasy the best album of the last 25
Years this only came through collaboration
One of the most memorable things
About
block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
Def
boy (hmh)
Stop, we ain't stupid, we ain't stuntin' you or nothin' you doin'
I'm the intruder, the pursuer, the persuader, the shooter
I display
it is
Cause when it comes to spitting lyrics I’m the best in the business
Go by the name of Luda
The industry intruder
Collipark Park G.A.
Where
true intruders
Snatching up shitty rappers that's a poopa scoopa
You was brandy tyna be down
Live by the Mississippi tell me how the fuck you see nile
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
and hazel, boy, you're pushin' a broom
So get a new life or come equipped with the best
Mark another one for ice, let the microphone rest
Just listen to my
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