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Bibles, a Koran, or Islam
From Genghis Khan to Vietnam I can smell the napalm
Rape victims, ripped stockings
Redneck clan members doing church bombings
a terrorist bombing spree
Planes falling out the sky, like we was a Lockerbie
Look into the heart of a thief
You might go on vacation, become a patient
Dorothy's end
'Tis best at night to stay afraid
'Cause sirens sing a bombing raid
Incant a blood-curdled yell, supercell
Supercell (supercell),
a bombing in a bouquet
I just can't stop
I keep on loading my gun
I can't be seein' masta stopa
Till I fill and I come
Cause I ain't no sitcom
Your
A boy sugar ray want to play the contender
Just say I got a temper
And my temperature is off the thermometer
Korean New Year to Hanukah I'm bombing
the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with
bombing New York, shit is crazy
It ain't safe no more!
All these rapping niggas going at other rapping niggas heads
Shit is crazy! But most importantly
(Intro)
Black folks forgive us
But its merely a word
And theresa a lot worse things out there then words
The bombing in Oklahoma
The kids in
of thinking I wasn't living fast
That's Little Richard cash
It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombing it
Rocks, James, and Miller that's the conglomerate
I'm bombing the set
Bottom line, you got a problem with Deck, I'm like the police gun, son
A nigga name pop in the 'jects
Hate in your blood, green
bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
it down Sound Bombing (yeah) number three
Freak daddy shit like Big Jones (it's almost over) and Mos Def
Believe me (alright, yeah)
It's almost
bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
gonna give it a shot
It might be a bombing, who knows?
But it worked the first time around
Um, let's see if we can do it again
gonna give it a shot
It might be a bombing, who knows?
But it worked the first time around
Um, let's see if we can do it again
won't remember the time
So here I come a bombing every time I home in to
Off a funky drummer boom I get hot as Donna Summers
'Cause I reign supreme
an Uptown MC a style
Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway
But I was out on the island, bombing MC's all day
My priority is that I'm first priority
I
supporters of the h-bomb and fire bombing clinic
what type of shit is that? orwellian in fact
if roe v wade was overturned would not the desire remain intact
put out the blaze
And put Islamic terrorist bombing, on the front page
It's like saying only gays get AIDS, propaganda
Like saying the problem's over
stormed
And the race is getting ended
Bombings in a storm
My fuel stay leaded
Steel beams on my force
Gripping on that five seven
Caught running from
Don't look now, don't heed the warning
It's really of no concern
Don't mind the sound
They're only just bombing
Anything left to burn
Isn't it
look like you’re farmin’
I don’t give out no warnings nigga
Talk to your own bombing
Oh, oh, eenie, meanie, miney, mo
I could, kiss you, from your head,
the pig saw was dirt bag
It's like a bleeding comet bombing on your sequels
To the riverside park tunnel people claim last life form standing
Carbon
in a sick demented handstyle
And go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while
All he say is, "You nuts"
He really had enough of poo
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