Lyrics:
So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He'll
Keep my name out your mu'fuckin' mouth
(out yo' mouth) 3X cause I was raised in
The motherfuckin' south (in the south)
Keep my name out your
better wash it down
Drinkin from an empty glass
Then he pulled the burner out
I won't crack a fuckin joke
Cause I know all he'll do is frown
38 it's
of pure hell
Justifications of red cells
Shh, rain drops hits the pails
Path is dull and narrow
You're stalked by a shadow
I pierced your skull with
of pure hell
Justifications of red cells
Shh, rain drops hits the pails
Path is dull and narrow
You're stalked by a shadow
I pierced your skull with
meds, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah
I'ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down
the hell said I
couldn't bring it to any boriqua tierras
From L.A. back to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, holdin it down on the M-I
(The M.O.) used to be
a hymen from a broad
It’s the method of my jaw to make each man red like it’s bound into law
I’m a fuckin Rottweiler mauling you raw
M-m-murder this beat
And tell me have you seen the moon
'Cause it's bloody (Oh)
I think the sky, the sky is turning red
Take a look up outside
It's a hell storm comin'
Last time
is that chair even comfortable? It looks like it was crushed by a monster truck! START THE FUCKIN’ GAME! Oh my, Jesus Christ! What the hell is in all
(Put your brain in gear)
Korean people live down in the hood
A little mis-fuckin'-understood
Orientals were slaves too
Word to this fuckin' red
Mother fuckin' king of crunk and the don of rowdy music, nigga
Hey, hey, Lil' Jon, Lil' Jon, Master P, Master P
New no limit be M E click me and my
in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in
and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks
So all my niggas if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya lick 'em
Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
Get
You tryna battle me in hell, but I see you in a cell
Hell in a cell, might just bring the bell out talk that shit get sailed, I'll get sold
Out for
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
Iv
She twisted her hands
[INTRO]
It's only illegal blood(??)
you know where it's out(??)
don't get angry
[CHORUS A]
I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life
I got
[Verse 1]
Pitch black red clay screams echo from the trees kudzu
covers every living thing and dead folks seen down
by the side of the road voodoo
She from the hell
Like me, born in hell
My name is Rafael
She crazy like Kenan and Kel
Fuck this shit, I‘m not well
I need a motel, my processor by
Girl, why you fuckin' with a conniving man
When the sky's bloody red and all ya see is the dead
If a man or a woman dies, not on a god's time
But
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
knowledge
for niggaz that's full of flodgin
Its guaranteed to get fucked up
by them real mobsters killa killa killa
Whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue
game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor
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