I told Bob Marley I shot the sheriff right before I put slugs in chest of deputy
I told Bob Marley I shot the sheriff right before I put slugs in chest of deputy
Safe I think I to keep going holding on what the dust dusting myself off 500 ft how we just i I am not the umpire to be and go safe all around my turn no I am not cold where when to leave beer to play all twist turned up somebody would wake me up it must be late I to leave get out yes just bouncing like where where to find my ride going through signs yes quick I to find roads dark only headlights I must jam how I close my door step out put gas a street this road how it takes me there what no I like I'm going a nice speed how no I cannot reach the sign stop red green my it's my turn fast fast you wheels how the sound sounds fast to take off yes they how fools let me in yes fast on the look out to take off sign words to go home radio sick sick as f
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Earning my rights to be eternally nice
Master of the mic's got emcee's fleeing like mice
Celebrity status of serial killers in contemporary American society
Wait where at the what kind of boots would I wear I would go but try to come back to land safe do we just drive and be somewhere quick anywhere too much traffic I think the engine would be nice to look out for ads billboards beams pulling up would you hear doors the fuck are the trees saying how plants grass stay silent what would turn on gone so and off gone
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Mexican ties when I choke foes with their wives’ severed thighs
Bare-knuckles to mandibles, blood flow like Niagara had her menstrual
Noxious disposition as hazardous as over-the-counter medical abortions
My riddles blow rappers kibbles
Bag the pieces like Skittles
Of these candy emcee's I swing on like Dempsey back in the days ways drug plays moving O's bigger than Oprah Winfrey
Morbid angel heavy metal, slugs size of Oprah Winfrey in Color Purple
Syndrome is post traumatic
So weapons are stored in the attic
For static gatlings adjustable like a craftmatic
How it was done like who how who how do you see us can can you see my hand how we go over dirt the a lot of spots what moves us forward we must go
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I’m wreakin’ havoc behind these bars like a young Charles Manson
Bundy bloodthirsty like Ted when he terrorized Pacific Northwest cities
Full court press spitting got me using my horse for a forced check winning on the chessboard your deaths assured
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...sheers cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
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