Lyrics:
So hurt, can't do this anymore
You're wide awake and watching yourself in the mirror drinking all the
Blood from everything they said
Everything they
rented
Always kept it real while you boys pretended
Lace my Pippins
Cook my chickens
They shot my boy missed me by inches
Now my flow harder than my dick
at the house (yeah)
When Big Mic's in the booth there's no questions allowed (nah)
Bars over bullshit no mumbling allowed
The cultures in my blood the future is
V12 is roaring,
Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor then,
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner,
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
Dead spot, terrified
This shit could make-
Nun's cry
Five four, drivin' by
Better think'
'bout ride or die
Three two, refuse to die
Label it
light that I didn't know was there
But was supposed to see
I be out of sight low where them vultures be
So much death was on my mind
That shit been
Big scraps polo covered in blood
When it went down outside London the pub
RIP Ali man he was a thug
Sorry that you had to go in a rush
Got some revenge
ancient Shaolin to Malaysia, flow is awfully cold
I hold the globe up, my stones is glaciers
With three fourths water, I slaughter
What a great day
OUTRAGE!!
[Brother J]
Blood to the concrete, tears to soil
And here's another word to make the other man foil
War, raised on your planet
Polish the 3rd eye still trying to keep the soul right
V3
cnnunakiah ancient Cameroon in his blood
The only man that can get with the plug
cnd move
she love me
Cool that’s what they all say
Revenge is like the sweetest drug next
To getting pussy and foreplay
You know I live by the mob way
Life is
maiming, your shriek terrified
As your viscera is exposed
My troops are all content to wallow in gore
But the dosage lasts only 3 hours... maybe 4
These
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed
Bullet laced as he laid, chokin' up blood with no aid
Made money for the purpose of his daughter
Victim
And there upon three red clay acres
I tend the crops for Mr. Baker
A southern son who hates the ones who till the soil
And the blood will boil
I felt so
ain't with that
But this was a plan made for revenge
This is for blood, I'm letting it blast
Then driving this damn stake yo ass
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
make your brain form a calluses
I stab you in the kidney so now you're on dialysis
I'm cookin' bodies and blood I'm steady sturrin'
while my dick is in
be a zone to take over
The earth is ravaged by that demon
Carnival of horrors await's
It seems like it may never stop
While he's puppetting you for
by your own revenge.
Wearing the badge of the asshole.
Misery is unrestrained nausea exploding - carrion peeling back
Brain is turning inside out.
revenge of the nerds
No code of the streets
These niggas got some nerve
Raised by the internet, downloaded the curb
Uploaded an image, photoshopped it with
Fillin' all three holes just like bowlin'
Don't ask me what the price is
But it's more than your battery-operated devices,
And I come fully equipped,
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