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green fatigues, deep bush
draggin deceased on meat hooks
back to the furnace
burnin massive degrees to be cooked
crematories in jungle temples
use satanist fundamentals
acts is spineless, sacrifices
found slain in the trunks of rentals
lincoln four doors creep in cooridoors
stinkin, your poor corpse
shrink wrapped so the stink's trapped
stash it beneath the floor boards
paratrooper, hostile manuevers
out the chopper, intruders
at'cha concert to boo ya, loser
drown your drops in the sewers
commander manner magnetic morals, and orals
cock in her tail tagging she's screaming out plurals
alright i'm focused yet still deeper than corals
no deep sea fishing in my mental depths
without a hook and a net plus hooks took your necks
from a fast strike that crash hype wind through the pipes
crew rides tonight agenda end your worth-less life by mid-night
hits like grease-balls suited Sicilians backed by civilians on bikes
Me and my negro-league dropped the corpses by the turn-pike
women get locked up and turn dikes blow me to earn stripes
need a telescope to see me halo by the head-lights
i hate the mainstream and dislike its brain washing media
simply to the facts, its not in my criteria watch 5 minutes, a nigga will be having diarrhea
so don't come up to me with current events about what you hear
cause I'll cut like spear does a deer you got friends i'll destroy all of your peers
it's all good after getting your ass kick will have some beers
by twelve will be drunk singing yelling cheers
haha then will break in and shop lift at sears
go to the game section cop the new gears
standing on sacred ground but no relic can be found
bound to be cursed by the worst
plagues stage the hoedown
blow cold cubes overload your abode
frontal lobe explode trying to process the g-code
smooth crime G.I. state of mind Freddie Gibbs living the rhyme
it's about time real nggas get shine Midwest on the grind
nwagger sipping lager on ya block with a jewel in the dagger
detox ya liver when i deliver my point that'll make ya stagger...
apocolypse awaits, sparkin shit off on the page, killin
in spots, with blades wieldin, children caught in the chains
locked in a blazed buildin', squeelin for they momma's in pain
God has constantly plagued, humanity, we lost in the flames
cuz our conscious is vain, our practices weak, gasses are leaked
half my peeps, sleep in israelli mask attachments to breathe
nuclear frost, ash blankets, man the last of the planet's days is
approchin us fast as spaceships, stack your cans in the basement
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Originally Posted by KingShyt
Ill shit is tight
out of basements adjacent to the sickness of sodium saturated can goods & other non perishables, human anatomy variables seeking vegitabals lacking the vitamins & the minerals, noticeable difficult to look at visuals, walking around zombies & such, nah I got the will like an aviator fighting space invaders on independence day with different arrays of educated plans to escape the madness that humanity is planning, comunicating with extraterrestrials with two turntables scratching
thx holmes
tables scratchin, like rashes, snatch ya cash n advances
pass it to sinista's ass to go buy a sack 'n get blasted
smokin rappaz to ashes, daily, take any challenger askin
any day on the calendar, fifty calibers blastin
from towers on mansions, or chopper landings, shiiit
one sound from these cannons, 'n fags abandon ship
holocaust bits, scream in this furnace of hot scripts
God's gift, got returned in an urn to the lost crypts
bombs tick, stay down, smack faces 'n blaze pounds
mufuckaz, we take down, vacationing satan's bowels
with agents, waiving towels, peace flags, i seen that
now im cockin things back, click clack ya peeps clapped
believe dat, bitch pardon, i come witta pist squadren
thats killin with kids watchin, on carcasses crip walkin
Bobby Digi is the master of equality most likely for his generosity
They call me bum cause I come from poverty
Can’t you see I got no property
It don’t bother me it just slaughter me
But I continue on happily
Don’t be sad to see.. you gotta be proud to be…
You.. gotta slow down
Can’t be trying to take over the whole town
Cause you wound up dead from rat that’s taking your bread
i hope you got this cause its been enough said
walking around with eyes that bleed red
sleeping with a gun next to your bed
your in a companion ship with death
Caution, Goon stalking platoon walking, causeing doom to who's talking, soon to be tossed in a infernal abyss of fire, Souls expire as devils inspire, negitive rebels who desire blood trembals when my tribe assembles, descend detrimental damage on amateur characters, breaking down barriers with the forces of harriers taking off of aircraft carriers, we carry various complex calibers of intellectuals, come test the bulls iron testicals leave you gutless in ya vestibule, it's how I test my tools, test you like babies in test tubes, test my rule, I'm the best to duel with physical violence breaking it down to a science on how to overthrow tyrants posing as kings speaking blasphemous about the holiest things
Respect the life, reflect with light, the son shines to breed life,I bring heat, no retreat, no defeat melt away the winters freeze, bring buds to the trees so I can smoke in leaves, Make jokes and cheeze, I flow with ease, these crabs be knowing these bars are hot hoping I ease off the steam, I don't know it seems lately its been crazy baby they wanna hate on me so I'm ghost on them like swazy, they cant see my soul, so I make the feel the heat I hold, ya whole head explode, these cats live in wonderland I bring the thunder fam make them do the running man when I creep up on them like the son of sam with the gun in hand,
we heard the battle cry thru satalite
traveled like cattle drives to handle mics
'n box niggas up, like camel lights
ride the backs of pteridactyls in flight
swoopin down around your castle to strike
change the channel or die, move your frequency
aint got the decentcy to beef with me
you'll rest in pieces peacefully
this aint a joke holmes, nuclear nose cones
race thru ozone, exploding on broke homes
i just hope that your home when the shit blows
free from the loaders once heat was flashed by the currency owners
bagged bodies carried like back-packs on shoulders
the enemies who run their mouths the fastest move the slowest
show improve show us call out the jokers hit em shirt super-soakers
half these chumps talk at their shows like Oprah
We throwin' cock-tails hands hammered in the wood with hot nails
graduated from the streets still the block fails
Most get lit like lighters like they had packs of smokes to roast
talking like were folks your mind wondering if I'm holding toast
get ghost i'm facing killers sex in the city after i parlay in theaters
some of the realest lost their touch with life and act the weirdest
this isn't ghost-written so fuck the stealers rob drugs from the dealers
some use or sell em cerbellum swellin' felon
you tellin' on the team darts pierce ya melon
Bring ya toast, ya heat, da burner, da mack it anit nuffin jack, Ill take it from you & break your fuckin back, your not hard your wack, you slippin black a lil silly sad wanna be thug cat, get a lil love but you don't fit the glove, & da shoes don't fit you whole crew get hit your whole crew gone bitch, i'll son you & show you how to do this kid, like the rudest dick up in yo bird, teach you how to pimp this bitch, teach her how to lick this dick, vulgar and raw with it, knuckle up & knock on your door I'll leave da four fifth, you sure to shit yor draws & limp, leave you wraped in gores you gimp, but no need to bully a wimp
Attack & ravish men like a pack of pits,
Savages gatherings, a canibal clique, a covenant
assembled like a undergrond government to emerge & cause disturbances,
Dispersing purpose with punishment & turbulence,
throwing live bodies in furnaces
A Bombardment of carcasses of heartless men
Harvesting the skulls & spines of souls condemned
Failed attempts got them feeling tense when my tribe descend
Feeling the strength from over a hundred rounds spent per second relentless offensive fire commencing
No question we destined to be the last men standing
No bodybags we set the presence when we let the bodies hang like flags,
skull & bones, I scorch those torsos with forceful vengeance,
You to can for go lessons
NWR here trying to put it down.
searching for salvation but hasn’t been found.
stare back at death as I leave out of town
the world is hopeless its like everyone drowned
they swallowed idolatry by the pound
envious people searching for me with a couple of hounds
there growing anxious they wanna squeeze rounds
its known for fact they like to kill browns
Admit my regret for living fowl not really happy about throwing in the towel.
Live my last days of being wild
fuck feeling slow I rather smile for a fucking while
when I feel pissed I go run a mile maybe read a book cause that type of shit is my style
its not staying with trends or receiving a police file