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Keep it g kill they Ass with success
But if u try we gone aim at yo neck
Like a bow tie but we ain't here to flex
Niggas playing both sides don't

on your way
Colors like barkers, hoodies like Parkers
Haters on my dick, take a bite like sharkers
I'ma stay weirdo, I'm a straight hero
Haters on the side

It's a new day
Head top locked but the sides fade
Niggas don't smile it's a crying shame
Tried to stay away but that booth this mad truth I'm back

Desparados

AZ

The Album

1997

shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps wrestle you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land

niggas keep tellin' you
That your shit's wack i rip raps
Hardcore raps wrestle you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure-four, break your thorax
Jump off

to shake yours
They stab you with
And hang you with a rope
Tight around your neck
Getting tighter and squeezing the more you talk shit
Broken thorax never

a little it had got to me
You thought the attempted ruin of my life was fun
Take you, everything, and run
I know you heard that
I'll crush your thorax like I

Yeah
It's 'bout that time
To head to the dance floor
If you ain't already there
Oh yeah, ladies
If you ain't bout to shake no ass
Move to the side

Slug up in my thorax
Snuck up to my doormat
Pull plug on all of your cats
We punkish bringing more raps
My wing edge caught many fades
Turned many

out my eyes yeah I have Darkseid (dark-side)
What is implied cant be denied snide lyrics I spit while I stride
Arms crossed behind my back because these

a metamorphosis took its toll
Looking at a different thorax
Question if it's the same soul

I've gone through so many changes
I'll pick, I'll choose through my

cannot be my thing
Living off thorax I'm feeling okay
All in my inbox shawty said hey I cannot grow up
Throwing up cash I'm chillin' out back but this

décalé
J'me suis affolé trop tard
Confronté aux idées noires de mon dark side
Maître de mon art, j'ai la manière, j'bouge au son d'une corde
Un arc-en-ciel

rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and
Land on your back
Til I hear it snap or crackle

They watching my groove
and study my movement
Keep a big clip on my side
Never know when a nigga slide
Her pussy bomb like dynamite
You know she chose

the map

I'm trying to make a mill, plus a few more stack
I'm feeling it coming right down my damn thorax

I think I got the munchies who gon' bring more

thorax with twine, thinking
I'm stronger and braver,
I'll earn the King's favor, and
One day all he has will be mine!
but for all the Lieutenant's conceit

Next, the thorax
Then the abdomen

Insects don’t have noses
Or lungs like people do
They have holes in their sides
That they can breathe through

Muerte

Jedi Mind Tricks

Violent by Design

2000

you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue
Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax

I

that hotbox smoking thorax
Smoking on my dead opps in this slow glow pack
When I smell weed I smell that death
And now you on the other side
Smoke one

Thorax sous enclume
Le fauve fait son tour de cage
Amaigri à l'usure 
Sweet life, bien évidemment by your side
 
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