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Blunt Force Trauma (Cavalera Conspiracy) · Blunt Force Trauma (Cavalera Conspiracy) · Blunt Force Trauma (Cavalera Conspiracy) · Blunt Force Trauma [CD/DVD] (Cavalera Conspiracy) · Beautiful Tribute to James Blunt () · Old Cuts And Blunt Knives (Crowpath) · Trauma (DJ Quik) · Trauma (Laura Jansen) · Trauma (DJ Quik) · Trauma [Clean] (DJ Quik) – and 8 other albums »


Blunt force trauma
Find anger we danger
Blow to the head
Destroy the liars

Blunt force trauma
Treatment fall
Bulldozer
Decimate destroy
to deny
Logic does not apply
In time we learn, but it's too late

Blunt force trauma to the head

Blazing through life at the speed of sound
Don't
blunt force trauma [Repeat: x 2] 

Respect, intellect, style, finesse I address 
The facts of this case I confess are a mess 
I argue my case with
blunt force trauma (x2) 

Respect, intellect, style, finesse I address 
The facts of this case I confess are a mess 
I argue my case with a man, judge
Purveyors of rottenness
Deadpan putrescent prose
A musical spent blunt force trauma
The butcher's cur attenuated

This is the way of all flesh that will
You making ain't you
Well thank you jason

There goes one more coma
Due to blunt force trauma
Just give me one more soma
And I'll be done for it
Of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'
California clownin',
wound in back
of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin
of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'
California clownin',
ain't got medicine
I got bars, sentencin'
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
And I'll kick that hoe, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I'm
ain't got medicine
I got bars, sentencin'
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
And I'll kick that hoe, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I'm
somethin' like this

See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I'm blowin' the pack
Hittin'
Ballin' in a 600SL
Drop top with the fat V12
Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong
Niggas can't fuck 'cause I crunch em like Kong
I be deadly
Questionin' my whereabouts like I'm the Unabomber
Question mark, comma, freeze all the drama
Intensive care flows 4 all you hos smacked with trauma
As I sit
Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out
Cause now it's on, pushin hubcaps
Patrollin the hood, so fuck that.
Heard the shit and the shit is all wack
they was down,
'Save the drama for your mama.' CMW cause the trauma, why'knowutumsayin?
Me and my DJ Mike T's in the house, pimping all the hoes,

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