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of genies and smoke me for 3 wishes
I'm feeling vicious
Sid

Vicious kinda vicious yeah 
I'm sickened by existence 
But a kiss from mama mistress keeps me fit

take a look at the bodies, they’re covered in blood
Shit this a real shame, let’s burry 'em in the mud
("What did you just say?")
Shoutout to N.W.A., If

hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride

Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be

Talk Like Sex

Kool G Rap

Greatest Hits

2002

Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',

Makeshift Patriot

Sage Francis

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 8

2003

of Stock 
I hang myself while the stock markets crash 

The city is covered in inches of muck 
I see some other pictures of victims are up 
Grieving

just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me ma

Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas

My personality is cold, maybe I'm just vicious
But I'm building from these broken bridges
I'm grabbing all the money by the inches
But frankly I

Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say

Hook:
I'm Violent by Design

Verse 1:
There's violence in my history
Silence or your lips will bleed
Silencers and M16s
Try me and the triggers

[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll

Like earth quakes that rotate and Grow great meters by inches Centimeeeters
I roll like centipede worms 
They call me GO
Lofi is just is like my enemy

time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All

Flipping Benjamin's, my money in rubberbands

3 a.m I'm still working
Palms itching blunt burning
Designer clothes lil bitch I'm surfing
Dripping ice like

repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I

the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed

the bank
With his wallet in his hand
No babylon
So I said, hold up your hands

Got my knife in my hand
Two inches from his face
He's pissing his pants
Sweat

over there nigga its three and out
I know my kicks and shit rare niggas don't seem em out
But they done seen some miles
I put my faith in my soles that

Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,

Paperboy

Hell Rell

For the Hell of It

Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go

[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine

Tempted

Kero One

Windmills of the Soul: Instrumentals

Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that
Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps
So I rush out of my crib followed by