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[Esoteric talking] You motherfuckers This is some murderous shit right here It`s the E-S, 7L on the track Potent somethin` through ya bean hat Don`t try to pigeon hold me baby You know the deal About to black out on these motherfuckers It`s like this, hey yo [Verse 1] We don`t pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit We ain`t the cats that you wanna fuck around with Straight up, like a jump off you make my skin crawl like a snake I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral assassin I beat you, defeat you wid the passion Cash and girls are what motivates me A small rapper like yaself is needin` safety I don`t claim to be a thug But that would mean a slug For any faggo that`s givin` or receivin` love I keep a glove in my right hand So when I murder wid the mic they won`t trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram You`re in the fryin` pan I`m a violent man watchin` silence of the lambs Ready to go out, and stab the jaws off ya mouth I`m not the one to dis I`m fearless like Parker than the deer hunter is No doubt [Hook] You thug it out, cut it out You fuck around we gon` slug it out, club it out You playin` games we gon` shut you out So now you know what we about Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt [Talking] Y`all motherfuckers is actin` real fake right Ya man`s land ain`t even that man You ain`t livin` that life You ain`t ready for that man, fall back [Verse 2] Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper Can`t fuck around with the underground jaw tapper Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover Handover the mic ya plan`s over tonight Ain`t nobody flowin` as tight in y`all click I`m to sick, to eat a dick Ya can`t get wid the words that I spit I rip, can`t stand none of this fake shit This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury While I`m spendin` cash on Fifth Ave you get tabbed, not a clue Or the slightest inklin` of who you talkin` to I slaughter you, my crew hit`s you on the face off First of all shake the hate off Claimin` that you paid when it`s my plates you ate off The truth is you can`t afford to take a day off You stay soft like my purple label face cloth My dick you need to stay off If punch lines were punch clocks you`d be laid off Hook x2 | Похожие исполнители:
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