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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · The Appalachian Twelve Gauge Massacre (Brody's Militia) · 12 Gauge (12 Gauge) · Juggling the Thing of a Thing of a Thing (Michael Whitmore) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · If You Got to Ask, You Ain't Got It! (Fats Waller) – and 90 other albums »


the nerves ignore the pain

Repetition needs a friend
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each
a tech, 12 gauge pump in the trunk not to minchen I'm hella drunk, meaning won't hesitate, put you 6 feet hela unda ground yo family cryin I be lyin tellin
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
hoo-ride
But I ain't going out in a fucking homicide
And the closer they got I grabbed my gauge
Slapped the bitch, I know this shit will make the front
game in a strait jacket
12 gauge
In a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait
Better slow it down
-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3

So cross your fingers say you're on high
Pretend you're in den and see what life brings
But always taking things as they come
Tends
game in a strait jacket
12 gauge
In a shotgun racket
Shinbone, shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait
Better slow it down
There's a big parade
Greasy grasses
Motorcade
12 gauge

You show me a leader
And I'll show you a liar
These races are fixed man
This is murder for
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
the donkey
Crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey 
Nigga what you push the button for?
Rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo

It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money

12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes
bottle of booze

My baits a' runnin a little low

Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage

I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good

Well just down
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game, that's why you boast
Because
The boy's got a head like an atom bomb 
Hang him from a cross like the number one son 
And he's been waiting so long 
To get it on. 

The boy's
a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust
the Chinese torture
And that African voodoo
I got fools down for years
Put in work until the end
If you fuck with Sen-Dog and the Insolence

1-2 1-2
Comin out
I can't be bothered to miss you anymore
Month 12, day 31, and hour 24
I used to think if I missed hard enough
You'd come back for sure
But I
sawed off
12 gauge bullet spray
And the ambulance come to take your body away
You still a bitch, ridin' to the hospital
Keep lookin' for the doctor
You'll be a bitch muthaf**ka till the day you die
And I put that on the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By

I put that on the hatchet!
I ride for my homies!
fucking heart and I hope you die

And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a 12 gauge sawn off
Will