Lyrics:
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Thirty six inches of dick, I got three legs and three feet
Eat the booty like cheerios, never thought it could taste so sweet
Cucked
Sinatra mind frame
Don’t swerve in my lane
Might run you over let the brains Hang
Grill of my Denali blood stained
Stand in my way
Imma let the tech spray
presence alone to burn your ass to the white meat
Sure enough I mastered this, I got the glow
I'm Bruce the beat, call me Leroy
Turn the ocean blood red
there
I won't make it fair
Type three winds
Blow your ass a long way from here
Patience for the win though
Inches from the endzone
Tally up the wins
foot
I’m jumping on one foot
To the power saw he
Pulled off the whole guard
So its inches apart
My Appendages arms
To my genital parts
Where the fuck I
straight to ya face 3D no flenching
Bad bitch she a super freak hot girl summer weave got inches
Lanlord in this rap game yall pussy niggas just
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
and wanting some crills
It's all basic Venmo begging call it patience
Know if you get caught up with them the call changes
Dusse by the cases do say
trying
Don't complain change yo gang neva let em make yo mind
And all this pain in my body make it had to breathe
Thats why I keep
One Two Three hammers
the Tide?
Got right hand swinging Dee's
Hammer
At least stagger over when approaching these wizards
Grown beard, bread breaking hours
Seven early
It's time
On a hill they call "the Skull"
Outside the city walls
Iron strikes on iron
As a Roman hammer falls
The lightening flashes
The sky grows dark
rice guy. I give my blood, sweat, and tears, can't even get a nice try. Dropped on my knees and prayed, still end up being prey. It's 2020, but they
What you call balling, all y'all boring
Knock his teeth on the grill, "Paul Wall foreman"
All these pricks, I took weed trips
"Tore the club up", yep,
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
a cover and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all
Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3
Right now it's me
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
kingdom come
Yeah sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts
Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts
Fuck y'all for real though
Sleep with the hammer
on fire, I'm frying my dinner
Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love
Any boy get served like tennis
Menace, you call a rap bulldog
Me and my pen form
a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want the kid still hurtin'
Hundred niggas wit hammers
Yea that's wat I call a steal curtain
I handle my
on back of this Glock and it
Whoop, niggas, I call it a switch Bitch, I feel like Klay
Shoot this bitch deep from the three, niggas know that I could never
all
I'mma still slime your a** out if its not percocets its just tylenol
I'mma slime your a** all by myself, I do not need no help at all (I'm blood
share it out
Di hammer never go through doubt
Military style call fi air support
Them say them ah di bad man don't
Rise and mi clap it
Bare blood dem
runic wings
Against (the) autumnal moon.
The cowering pack awaits the Triumph,
Of Winter transfixed by awe.
The hammer of cold has smashed into pieces
Said i been that nigga who grew up killers but made it out and never faced time
In a foreign i skrt off and race by
Busy nigga you better not waste
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