Lyrics:
Tortured moans of agony
I love to hear your feeble cries
Begging to be put to death
Extremely slow and cruel demise
Teeth pulled slowly one by
Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
That all of my
I'm smackin you with cause it's easy
Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy
Switch me, mix me, somebody get me
Don't let me rip out my
a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from them then hit
moola, my fetty
And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready
(Chorus)
[Z-Ro]
Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team
Now it's year
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
and get awayz like OJ (clean)
the rip gut, he got the canibalistic Q-Z
and the illigitimate got anotha 16 (umm humm)(ha)
you see, the front page newz,
real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal,
freedom of speech, I said what's on my mind, and my mind I
Believe, I can do anything, don't accept defeat, I'm just tryin to get by while smokin on some
their generous pensions?
Oppression, ignorance, censorship rule
Education is more than what's taught in school
Forced in the mold, held down by
the oppressive
This dimension inside your pain is my domain
By signing my name I solidify the rain
In an instant I will drain em, get em out the game
Itsisted upon
M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphone
Leave you enthrasted in the zone
Much to advanced to clone
Master of this urban rhyme science
Combined my
to rip your vocals to shreds
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
I dedicate that line to Shack
Ooo yeah we choppin’ up that smelly
Before we hit the roof we rip the illy
Okey dokey gassed up post up on a rooftop
Smokey smokey rasta sippin’
a party we throw
When you leave, you’ll take a part of me home
Yea, you already know that this
Is not by accident
We’re known to hit the road if there’s
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
And then hit the rest
Hear that chainsaw, yeah (grrr)
That's the sound of the blade when it
Rip through a bitch nigga flesh
Knock his face off, lip
It's Lil B
I could rip apart your team
Murder your squad
Your boys never seen a killer masked
Peddle your ride
Leave him with ducktaped eyes, cover
Do their best to hide it
Divide us up by our skin color
Try to make us hate each other
Silence is not my choice
So let them hear our voice
Not about
class
Rip ass bitch, I'm the shit like pass gas
Rotate, drop dip and twerk fast
Who you think that you dealin'
With when we roll through
I'm the sickest
a cop, he had a family
He didn't know her
Didn't know, didn't know, didn't know
Intrusive thoughts run through my mind
When I'm out alone, hands by my
a look of wry
Others approach from the ground rip apart those who are found
Hiding deep within the trees with your deaths we shall be pleased
Running boats
Imma start this off with a blank fuckin’ canvas
Rip that shit toss it different colors by the masses
If you don’t do anything brother nothin’ will
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