mucsle head or would u rather be called meat...pack some heat ur little fist can't hurt me...
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mucsle head or would u rather be called meat...pack some heat ur little fist can't hurt me...
guns i crush into dust earthly.. personaly i would love to be called ur killer the piller i snap necks of turkeys//
chicken hawk from new york...claws so sharp... wit these i don't talk...ur body outlined in chalk...
ima demon of the night i stalk my victom//
backwords talk i drink ur blood and piss it out my system//
they tried to kill God but missed 'em,
now they pray for money and call themselves Christians..
Crazy hypocrites living lies
not knowing that I witness wicketness within their eyes
airwaves containing subliminals fill the skies
manipulation your brainwaves with unheard cries
for each one that breaks free or tries,
gets hunted down by spies until he dies,
THE GOVERMENT LIES!!!!
But that fact's outdated
though remains underrated
You can't stop someone's hatred
even smolders when cremated
Don't be overwhelmed by what you created
Regain control or be annihilated
They don't live the words they stated
From truth their eyes go dilated
motivated peoples... this the sequel... musical free throw...baffliin ur head.. we dont need u ...!
while you asleep, im awake plotting against u
when u wake up, im there, watching your next move
but u didn't know...my 44 was tuck under my pillow... when i awoke i filled my room up wit gunsmoke....
grip ya neck with ma talons, give quik lethal bite to jugular vein bringin fiery pain
Freeza frame, U caught in the game, Mary Jane, To stimulate the brain
No more words as i stab ya quicklike, fuckin grab from ya the fuckin mic
I rain mind blindin' 44 calibre lyric's that shoot out, hit your chest and lift up you're holy spirit
you'll fear it, sixth sense just a ringing, 1 shot will knock down all those pin's, but you still a spare.
Won't dare to battle the best, cause when you battle the best, best bet I'll battle you to rest.
Invest in a chestframe, cause I just shatterd you're best game, I rhyme rugged and sober
move over, thought I was gonna come through, kid I just flew over.
wats up with the 4 posting? i burnt ya lines, set ya ass to toasting for ya arogant boasting
Unique...? Sweet Pussy Approaching.... Sum Devotion.... Circular Motion... Had Ur Bitch Moaning .. ! ..toking .. {coughs}
You couldn't burn me if you were a 3rd degree, a internet gangster, but you just a nerd to me.
nerd are turds, fuckin eliminate them like pesky pidgeon birds
while i swerve in my ride, crushin its hide, and claim it was an accident with snide
hand brake it into a slide ..dirt blowing hit the gas as it takes of runing side to side
Behold the pale horse horsemen, holding a sword, coastin/
my lryics are black belt, my raps make tracks melt, purposely, while others be nursery
Six'll spit a verse leavin' ya moms in a hurse before ya first anniversary
fuck the anniversery, verse wit me, and we'll take out the whole family/
Tight knit family, Forum niggas like gambino/ 2006 Al Pacino, 2007 like Deniro in Casino
da real mob is in my hood...latinos and blacks a few whites rockin da hoods...reps are hard to get and keep...u got live in da streets around all types of beefs...
shit popping off like da 4 of july... sparks from da gatts light up da projects...its hard to stay alive ....its hard to make moves...so fuck you who da fuck needs u....
Move...!. Like Da Old Tune... Livin Off Da Platoon.... Check Out My V-tec Sponsored...by "spoon" ..!
born wit a silver spoon...make room for da groom's wife...sticking my fingers up her puss all night...shit aingt right...
domination doesnt dignify diction, doomsday, during the duration/
dont step if your rhymes are only fiction, soon lay, pouring admiration