Lyrics:
Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near
That we drop Scuds, there won't be no duds here
Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip
look up, bro there the Scuds go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Mm
To the unknown
Only way he comin' back is through his unborn
If you see
I look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease
I scud along the horizon, I drink some
from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied
from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied
I look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease
I scud along the horizon, I drink some
be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
Wu-Tang hovers one thousand notches above MC level
Yo, I stay high as like treble
Foes who oppose get
to fiend for the green they flop
We do it from the heart like blood
Create rhymes that flood, and blow up like the Scud, Miss-ILE!
Miss out (Ha)
useless, in the end you will be
Crushed by the endless wrath of Vassago
Fear the evil, crawl in the mud
You will end up crushed by a scud
Wake up and see
the honky tonk blues
Well Lord I got 'em I got the honky tonk blues
[ guitar ]
I'm gonna slap my boogie underneath my arm
Scud right back in my pappy's
Bet you can't, bet you can't rock it like this
Hey
1, 2, 3, to the 4
Coming to your hood like a scud missile
Fergie rock the beat down
Maximillion
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggas gunning, my
that gang talk, you need subtitles
We send his Scud Missile, your bitch in love with us
We sippin' mud, sippers, more cane than a cripple
Look I am
one pickle
Fuck it, it's official, so blow the whistle, I got a trust issue
There's a bombshell, scud missile
Like I just cuss at you to fucking cuss
ya in a tub
Blood bitches, young niggas, Young
Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo window with SCUD missles
Young Carter! Big nuts
And they hung
he's layin' in a ditch
Daily dug for himself
On his grave I had to piss
Scud missile never miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star
he's layin' in a ditch
Daily dug for himself
On his grave I had to piss
Scud missile never miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star
addition the shit we wreck
Firework flow, spit and make a big effect
Bang it in the truck until ya whole shit eject, c'mon
Stop nigga, close ya shop
Scud
Yo
Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire
First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle
Up in the club with the pistol
This chick
too late)
Push the button, 'cause I'ma get
Pass me a SCUD missile, so I can bomb the land
Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
From summer sands to Armageddon's reach
Overlord, your master not your God
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souls, puking,
From summer sands to Armageddon's reach
Overlord, your master not your God
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souls, puking,
a fuckin' scud missile
All you see is blood tissue, guts, liver, God bless you
Tunechi, I'm special, so special, no pressure, motherfucker
I see you
than a Scud missile
Got nowhere to go
(go) , my crib or to the hotel
Fuck it we gon' ride
(ride) , this ray is smokin' so well
Plus you lookin' right
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