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chain
Burger came with fries
I'm the language co-founder
Eastside bomber
Racial profiler
Green-eyed monster
Rifle assault sniper
Mr. Spitfire
No mommy, no

instead of being spiteful
On a bad day, they gone try you
On your worst day, they highly active clutching rifles
But I'm holding on to mine and won't be

Got guns with me and stupid artillery
Turn off your lights like I work for synergy

M.I.B. on the shit, make sense
Money in the bag, only thing is you

it
Thought the liquor keep it docile but was wrong got more hostile
But if you think you can call me out
I'm on your ass like a pocket dial, Bitch
Call

Trench coat on my body like I'm Kaiba
O T a baby Glock two five and rifle
Got a vest on but he not biker
Copy my style ya boy he a biter
I don't hate even

ammunition
My trigger finger itching bitch know we stand on business
Sniper rifles, .308, straight to his face, say I'm trippin
I been tryna change, but how I

like my last name be Hardy
Pull off in a monte coop
I didn't wanna body dude
Nigga keep on playing he gon find out what a rifle do (Oh my God)
But I'm

Self centered centaur 

War horse 

Veering off course 

Imbalanced author 

Decipher the map 

Cycle the track 

Get supplies off shore 

I’m never lost

mind went Ch Ch Boom
He spit just like a rifle when he's rapping in that ride aye aye aye
When I'm gone I'll leave legacies behind
On the grind

bloodthirsty whole a yuh gun dem a virgin
You never murder, you never kill
Never hurt nobody fi dem muma service
Ah beg mercy

The M-1 name AT&T
From long

ain't I
That's her favourite song ain't it
Fee-Fi-Fo, I'm a giant on
These 'lil ones, ayy, ayy
Got a bazooka to your rifle
That's a 'lil gun, ayy, ayy
I'm

out of the rain 
Where I'm from damn you gotta maintain
My rifle it's spiteful it's never delightful, I guess it's just cause of the range
Prophecy

liquor, f- up my system
Excuse my language, that's a hang-up on how shitty I been feelin'
I'm sorry I feel no attraction, I know that it's been a minute

[This is casual jazz and i'm ralph gleason]
Casual cannibal
Palette like hannibal
Hands should be manacled

Magic alchemically
Gold from a copper

can put you to sleep 
like a rifles sling on a hunters back

I aint got time there's clocks for that
i'm living my life & you watch it back
i'll never

to the club
And I’m looking for a bad bitch to take her with me, right now
I don’t love her, I just fuck her
I might pass her to my brother if he wanna fuck

streams on the Tidal
Not on the roof of Drew Hamilton squeezing off the rifle
I'm addicted to treasures, trick the bitches for pleasure
These are

Video Game Rap Battles!
Player one: Slenderman player two: Sirenhead
Fight!

Just when I've thought that I had it
 I'm summoned back in to keep

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

Let the rhythm hit 'em

I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest,

but uh, get the check

Hand on the bible, other on the rifle
I wouldn't take another step
That's if you know what I know
I'm sitting here trying

Now I'm putting out something like a sniper rifle
But it also has categories like bizzare hell
Oh sorry but then also I got zero kills
I'm bad at games

my Uncle Sam
He said (sound of 3 footsteps) ""Here I am""
""Uncle Sam needs you, boy 
I'm-a gonna cut your hair
ah-Take this rifle, kid
Gimme that

he gotta gun
When his gums don't even speak
Every night I'm on my knees
Sirens buzz like killer bees
When I tuck him in at night
How I'm stressed bout

just left the lot, it somethin' stupid with a paper tag
I'm steady runnin' red lights (vroom)
The blue police them fed lights
The paramedic white