Lyrics:
Leave me now
To suffocate
End is near or is it
The beginning of time
I've been lured unto
The gates of hell
Unprotected
Your guts I rip
The land
you said you love me when I'm up in them guts
We tend to say strange thangs when we caught up in them ???
My nigga Fiend was tellin' me you don't
to compromise?
Have you never realized...
Accompanied by faces
That stare at you at night
I'm travelling into your sleep
Until you wake up pale from fright
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I
that I feel in my gut, I have bitterness towards them, and I'm angry with her." Jesus wants you to know that blood flowed from His side when they thrust
You begin to wear me out, I feel like crossbones to you skull
Your stupidity blinds me, your so-called brilliance is so dull
You're living life by
Crew Is Locked And Loaded
Calibrated With Percision
Send Out The Drunk Munk
With All The Ammunition
Followed By The Stoner Punk
To Kill The Competition
need another drink, look at your gut
Need to go home, old nasty butt
I'm gonna tell you what, switch it up
Chorus
I represent Carolina and the M-I-A
Away to the east of the isle
Where the median swells and they gut the fish
The wharf-men sing, and beat the water beat the water so
We watch
Away to the east of the isle
Where the median swells and they gut the fish
The wharf-men sing, and beat the water beat the water so
We watch
like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
I
immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts.
I fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't shoot me, please!"
He cocked
Toni, gottverdammte X-Prominenz (Shit)
Ich bin eins-achzig, nicht der Größte, aber big in Japan
Franz Kafka des Raps, nicht so gut, aber in Sachen sich
Mir geht's gut, Wie geht's dir?
Muss ja und sonst so? Schule, studiern?
Ne, zutätowiert und ich rappe auf Deutsch
Krass und wie läuft's?
Hast du
im Blut die Cops wollen uns anhalten
Abpflücken, kleinmachen, abpacken, zubügeln
Wegdrücken, das Geschäft ficken und mich gut fühlen
Wegdrücken,
no fuckin' trace
What the fuck is this chain in my chest
Dug into my gut it's tugged by the rest
I can't be dependant, I can't be a mess
I must remain
And alternative flows your third eye blind
Going in front like you ain't heard I rhyme
I'm violent by design, rhymes are x rated
Clip's extra long continue to just
loose
In a movie role with truth
Co-starring, don't spar with no
Artist my level
Froze target, slow harvest, bogarted by metal
So god but so ghetto, so
steadily streaming liquid into his bow and his gut
Has he lost all hope? That ship never showed up
Contender for everything from choir boys to thick
Men jeg har vært down med rap
Siden jeg hørte på Snap
Spør gutta i crew'sa mine
Er født i en by en jungel av betong
Jeg veit vi bor i Norge men yo
has the guts to spread such lies
A picture of a willow - with a widow in black
A child ton bear - in blooming beauty
For she gave birth to dust
Roses
laughs as you eternally rot
Young Baloff with the burgundy snot
You get surgically shot
Drive-by you in a cloud of that purpley pot
Can you see with your
This is the story of the
Last of the fairy-folk
Threatened by mankind, they wait
Underground, armed
For the battle and the day of their revenge
By the last breath, the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knock at your door
Lock up your wife and children, now
It's time
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