Lyrics:
stuffing
Bullets still smoking like it came out the oven
Only know hate , cuz we got no loving
How the fuck i find peace when i can't even nothing
Can't
Bullets break bones
Mk X-rays
Erron Black
Bullets break back bones
Brian don't grip tones
Pistol grip pump
Never
Just want to relax
Like Snorlax
Queen size
Synthetic brain of a maniac
A singularity made for attack
Venom pumps through his metal veins
Do you dare to speak this monster’s name
Hell hath no
Marcus say look to the east a black king shall rise
He's the prince of peace a ababa joni
Haile emperor with empress by his side
Haile mama mega
hating
I keep elevating
See imma get wealthy by doing this
Stacking my chips
Then go make it flip
My pops school me to the game
Now I ball in
thief
Time out end of quarter
Drill and suck the ocean floor
Pump our mother like a whore
Earth once claimed by insects black
I fear in time they'll
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin
For his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God
Buck! Yo-a griselda by
it
Cool calm coo coo we loose it bipolar holder of no self control
Especially when there’s mo-to-roll-a
Quick call to Hasan is all it call for
Weed ’n
Im from a place where everybody flip it multiple ways
Multiple choice like a scan tron up in yo face
cll on they head like Cha'nae nae fixing her
Now that I've laid out my horror stories
Time to cook like Dexter in laboratories
When my pen presses paper it gets black and gory
More heat than
Reefers and vino, rest cures, religion and pills,
but I'm here.
Been called a "pinko-commie tool," got through it stinko by my pool.
I should've gone
to fangs
"Oh I die"
It was the black wolf they call nothing
"Oh I die"
And by its side I curled and lied
"Oh I die"
I died into sleeping soundlessly
Luck in a rabbit's foot
Black cat bone, and the moon
The shape shifting witch's brew
Is what I'll drink with you
Luck from a rabbit's foot
Killed by
that I'm black-eyed
You have no more place to hide
Time to end the sacred genocide
Your last option is the holy suicide
Disseminate the lies of God
check it
40 to a pig's head, get in the crib
Hit the lamp post, and took a 40 yard piss
So sit twice, that's good
Can't keep my cock out, turn the boogie
damn water
Then they figured out a windmill could pump it from the ground
And up sprang a tumbleweed town
Where the lonely wind blows like it's
it's tradition to insist on full submission - Or they'll give
Away the Secret Black Mail - The Elites never fail
To Keep a Leash on the Freaks with
everyday that goes by I'm
Turning black and blue
Memories feeding my heart
So much, but it only starves
Under the street lights and boulevards
Like a candle
where there ain't no damn water
Then they figured out a windmill could pump it from the ground
And up sprang a tumbleweed town
[Chorus]
Where
a nigga die?
Getting shot by my nine
Verse 1: Young Noble
Hey yo
Who want to fuck?
Who in the truck?
Who in a rush?
Who in the cuffs?
Nigga, who
[Prevail]
I scuffle its been a hustle a murder like Fargo
Walk the world over with eight of their cargo
Compose in 24 channels circuit panels
tube
I'm on point, when a car drives slow on me
If he's black, drive by if he's white, CID
Either way, you gotta run like a greyhound
I'll go bookies
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