Death to All

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Death to all these rappers 
Death to all these trappers 
Death to all these snakes 
Death to all these fakes 

Death to all 
Death toll 
Rising pass the fucking wall 
I don't wanna battle 
Let's prepare for war 
I came with a gun 
You came with a sword?
Never off guard
I pray to the lord 
Give me what I've been asking for uh 
Gotta go ham 
I don't eat that 
Gotta go hard 
Bitch never seen me soft 
I've been caught up
Drinking smoking thinking 
Then the ink started rubbing off 
Started going off
Crashed to a wall
That was writers block 
Till I had to knock it off

Death to all these rappers 
Death to all these trappers 
Death to all these snakes 
Death to all these fakes 
Death to all these rappers 
Death to all these trappers 
Death to all these snakes 
Death to all these fakes 

Ya came with a crew 
What you here to do 
What you here to prove 
Gotta make a move 
This ain't a diss 
Competition been exist
Some of ya stay pissed
Get over it 
Life is shit 
Worse things than this 
Shitty world 
Old man raping little girls 
F*ck the world
Countries being bombed
And you worried about this song
mang I could be right 
You could be wrong 
If i am 
Then i wrote it on this song 
Don't ask who put me on 
I got it on my own 
Not egotistical 
Just had the visual 
Lyrical miracle 
All of ya looked at me pitiful 
Till I got to my principles
Passed the physicals the unthinkable
Feeling bulletproof go ahead motherfucka shoot 

Death to all these rappers 
Death to all these trappers 
Death to all these snakes 
Death to all these fakes 
Death to all these rappers 
Death to all these trappers 
Death to all these snakes 
Death to all these fakes 

Came to the studio 
With a Banga 
Bad bitch named Topagna 
She said bad boy 
Wanna meet the world 
Was like girl let's go 
First don't f*ck up the flow 
I need to make more 
Dough before hoes 
Dope with lines 
Coke up your nose 
I knows the code 
Detonate 
Time to explode 
You've been exposed uh
Deadly radiation 
Fucking up your concentration 
I can see the frustration 
By the way you ventilating 
Coffin is always waiting 
I want to be exempt 
From that category 
Don't wanna be dead and gory 
Don't play with toys 
Listen to my story 
And think 
Woody Buzz 
From his monologues
Don't double-cross
With my dialogues 
Lost vision 
But i got a seeing-eye dog 
Yah
Had to catch my wind 
Bless to be a sin 
Ya wanna see me lose 
But God helped me win 
Ya Rather see me six feet under 
Than to be the top gunner 
Been hustling all summer
Word to my mother 
Had no other choice 
But to bring the noise 
Now all these sick motherfuckas just wanna kill the boy

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