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Lyricist: Clouds
Lyrics:
Uh, ready for combat Detonate as soon as they locate where the bomb's at Clips long as legs, they don't know where your arms at Niggas want smoke until they catch a contact Try son a kid and you won't find where your mom's at Bitch I'm the ripper, fuck around, get your car jacked Prolly find 'em parked where it ain't no garage at Close range, trinity, they never dodge that Never gave a fuck about your crew, lay your squad flat Only talk to few, put they chin up I nod back Duckin' from the blues 'cause they tint up the Dodge black Find me on a cruise somewhere send up the lodge at You know the rules I bend, grimy ones move in sin Moves extend with Tommy guns, tools to spend Use the pins, bed pans scattered around Rather have a cap in your gown or splatter the ground On your back, flatten and drown from the 'matic or pound Ain't even gotta initiate the static with sound Practicing acrobatics with clowns Abracadabra the MAC inaccurate the bastards at bat get a round Laugh at it now and you cry when you die, I'ma do my Thing singing outta two rides, lotta doodah Heat steaming hot as Dubai, lotta hooblah He screaming 'how could you why?' I don't reply Pussies thinking y'all got new lives Well I got 2 nines and use one to kill 'em two times to run my coupons Niggas thinking shit is Poupon till they get poop on Pull up in a group of Yukon's then nigga you gone Ain't shit that you gon', come do my one-two too calm It's one pew, you bomb Train dance with Nina, Johnny and Peggy right in a leggy Probably pocket leave you Betty Spaghetty, set if you ready Cold block hot as a stove top I'm from where the cookouts get turned into roadblocks, unload shots Aim at his face with a nose dot I'm from where they leave your body fresh and your clothes hot Motherfucking... Robbing niggas for pounds, they rob kids for stacks they grow up Lay 'em down, I'm from the way it sound Get out don't stand downs No rules on my team, no doubt, playing foul Not with the games, bounce You 'bout to get flamed down And jumped like Blade Brown And covered like James Brown Don't go against grains, I po' up Get brains then roll up Spliff stains then hold up Lyft change then owe up Flip change then roll up on this gain All of you dicks shook, I call 'em piss stains Welcome to the Terrordome The danger zone, can't a stranger roam Bang I'm blown, you set in stone leave my name alone I live like I'm dead already I think like I'm shot in the head already For me is what y'all niggas never ready Double grip on the Eagle make sure the Desert steady I'm not just Ed nigga I'm Edd and Eddy I'm a vet you probably said the shit I said already For talking beef when you was petting you was never ready Before you beef with me it's best to go to bed with Freddy You tryna gamble with life until you get a deady You know the shortie hold the 40 if the chick is wit' him These niggas snaking they be shaking when they hit with venom Stinking in the vacant baking when he shit his denim And now he laking with the fishes wit' him 'Cause we in them dangerous grounds Trey pound seven spin around for my bredrin, the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land sharp on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief So run when I reach, you're young held accountable for gums that you preach tryna slum with the beast Militia to the corpse Round fully horsed power barrels like exhaust and I'm bound onto the cross 'Bout to go on a acid trip And pull a rabbit trick that's harder than fucking a fat bitch with a flaccid dick I'm living the life of a rabid pit Getting habit kick doing gymnastic flips in a lit plastic splish Favorite punchline, pass the grip But I still slash and switch and eat a nigga quicker than an ass or clit I grew around a lotta broken glass, plastic tips The ghost of Christmas past the fence I was stashing gifts I'm a massive risk Get my hands dirty and on the stretcher like I got elastic fists, bitch Beware I've awakened Prepare to be shaken, you're fairly mistaken if a joke's what I'm here to be taken Pardon to all my students for the hiatus today I promise I was responsible for the Bronx Marble shootings I'm Malcom and Martin Luther mixed with all three Michael's a part of Bruce A spritz of Prince and a Martian molecule Psychologically, biologically, diabolical down to the follicle A bunch of other shit y'all confused I say fuck a truce, handle shit how I choose Me myself and I and the rest of me, I keep y'all to you Everybody learning to rap, I'm trying to find the school that qualified the fools I'ma shit on and climb inside the stool Recognize that I'm not the problem, they kinda blind to rules They game's under global warming, I'm hot, your climate's cool They think they could spit I'm dropping a vomit pool I'm not enthused, my flow is watching a comet move Think I'ma choose Life or death, think I'ma lose? Until you yabbadabbadoo out your designer shoes Hopping out in a pair of Vans Show you how to X games, make you 720 and clear the fans I'm the ice man, in a tie-dye van Watching Sinister with the Jigsaw and the Bye Bye Man And, I'm the last nigga you wanna see attack The difference is I be breathing but he ain't breathing back I walk through any block like I don't even rap Fuck stitches we dine snitches and make 'em eat a rat See I was taught crime and I fought clean Have 'em screaming 'What are those?' then let off steam Find 'em impostors I bonded with mobsters Deciding where bodies should drop over lasagna and lobster They say I'm, cuckoo a little the two-two is little I'm brutal and civil I got the M's, you do the skittles Brutal and civil, eating Bugles for dinner Now you name a rapper I snatch him for snacking his skinner The butcher the bitches grew on to pushers and pitchers Around the bushes and dishes get found like kush in the Swishers Holy father my holy water's a dirty soda I been riding dirty since diapers right in a dirty stroller With a baby bottle, a Miller Lite is my only cola So immune to the bullshit I probably could hold Ebola Smack his Macaulay Culkin, I was a home-aloner Rock the 40 below us, hop-
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