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F.A.T.A.L., an acronym of Fantasy Adventure to Adult Lechery (first edition) or From Another Time Another Land (second edition), is a dark fantasy tabletop role-playing game first published in 2002 by Fatal Games. F.A.T.A.L. is known for its graphic violent and sexual content, as well as the complexity of the underlying game system, involving higher-level mathematics and an unusual amount of randomization in character development. It acquired a strongly negative reputation in the tabletop roleplaying community, being universally panned and described as one of the most controversial games ever released. It is particularly known as the subject of a 2003 review published on RPGnet by Darren MacLennan and Jason Sartin, which described it as "the Necronomicon of r… more »

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(Hook)
When the Beat Drops the hammer go bang
.357 so you know it's close range
Magik and e yeah we changing the game
Strickly for my people man f*ck the fame
Man f*ck the fame 
When the Beat Drops the hammer go bang
.357 so you know it's close range
Fatal and iso we killing the game

(Verse 1)
Fall back unless you want to take nap
Mean team putting on for that gangster rap
Your homies fake dawg you better handle that
He'd write a statement just so he can get his freedom back
We'd be on lockdown or on the streets trying to stack the racks
F*ck these lames my lyrics be giving heart attacks
Catch your breath ese just take it slow
You ain't got what it takes you be the first to fold
I got issue on serious note
Shit fits dawg this a nice coat
Fatal be chopping them up with king ISO
I holler stown wherever I go
208 represento Suelto valas destination is your temple
Oh shit far gone you ain't come back
Close range with that thang let it go (braaap)

(Hook)
When the Beat Drops the hammer go bang
.357 so you know it's close range
Magik and e yeah we changing the game
Strickly for my people man f*ck the fame
Man f*ck the fame 
When the Beat Drops the hammer go bang
.357 so you know it's close range
Fatal and iso we killing the game


(King iso verse 2)
Really got it poppin homie
They Hoping that I froze up
Hoes be like paparazzis on me
I think they ready for a close up
I ain't likes other rappers got my on lane
Started blowing up a now these niggas had to go and change
F*ck it I dont need em like JL do my own thang
They hating from a far until I see they ass in close range 
Head shot body shot lean to make ya body rock
Feel like krazie bone when this .380 make ya body rott
Sucka niggas rappin bubble gum but call them loli pops
This Hk stands for hapkido get karate chopped 
Everyone ain't gotta sound the same and you ain't gotta chop
Talk a lot of shit and get ate up like you papa doc
Turn a nigga stiffer than 6 o'clock  or on 5 o'clock 
ISO got heads ringin like a grandfather clock
Everybody wanna to try to stop me from being  great and shit
Get ate up quick like potato chips with my favorite dip
This hatin shit on the daily tip do not know what to make of it
It'll make a Nigga wanna pull out the 50 and set it off like jada smith
How the f*ck are they mad at me cuz I'm everyone's favorite
Wait for it beefin I'll cook em eat em up and then I'll savor it
They telling me Iso f*ck em homie cuz you'll be famous kid
But these the same niggas in my face so homie I can't resist
Yeah these niggas out of pocket like a handkerchief
They gon f*ck around and catch me on some gangster shit
I started making hella moves and they hate the shit
Game papered up I could fit that in a paperclip
Broke niggas always hatin you got no name
Ask about King ISO that's a known name
When you shine a nigga 'll throw shade but run no fades 
Especially when they're up in your face when its close range

(Hook)
When the Beat Drops the hammer go bang
.357 so you know it's close range
Magik and e yeah we changing the game
Strickly for my people man f*ck the fame
Man f*ck the fame 
When the Beat Drops the hammer go bang
.357 so you know it's close range
Fatal and iso we killing the game



(E's verse 3)
Dropping exclusive coming with a new mix, don't think that I'm trill give a damn bout your 2cents! All I care about is money and my seed Deeg Dre Deon daddy's always gonna be, grinding for you mijos got my ear to the street, I can hear you creep homie get off of these, nuts motha fucka now get on your knees bow down to E! So called ballers getting cards denied waiting at the god damn Walmart line, I spit the truth it hurts you too I'm letting loose got me feeling like I'm Kim Jon ung any moment drop a bomb on you round for round pound for pound I'm the best  in town and they're calling it an ego trip tell me who else flows on the mic like this(Nobody) my lyrics tell story's like hyrglips

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