Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #208
Peak in subgenre #120
Author
Mills Proph
Rights
N/A
Uploaded
February 22, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 160 kbps • 3:28
Story behind the song
Just wrote some lyrics to the beat. Thought they were alright so I recorded it :)
Lyrics
devil in darkness red dot targets verbal marksman snipe shot start slaughtering
anybody who's harborin' fugitives of this rap biz claimin' they rap sick
get clapped quick til my gat click emptied clip capped faster than ur b*** chapstick
the only bricks u ship are the ones u sh** when u see ur blood drip off ur pussy lips
kick in the door like BIG run up in the crib put the gun under ur chin
til u tell me where everything is...i want the tapes cd's mp3's & music vid's
i want ur whole gig the computer mixer mic's & the speakers
so you can stop claimin u in the lab mixing beakers
so u can stop posting bout ur next featureds ur songs ain't hot they ain't even heaters
can't be found by heat seekers honestly i've never heard anything weaker
pure sleepers i'm underground i f*** under the bleachers always been an overachiever
chop heads swinging meat cleavers leave ur neck open like wide recievers
ur flow meager beleaguered by creatures too advanced for leisure beat ya til ur life teeters
on the edge u may have been blessed by the mic god's in jest
but that came & went so now it's time to be laid to rest
on ur tombstone ur family crest still i'm vexed so many of you f** s left
invade the airwaves serenade you everyday walk this ball of clay amazed
at how these lame rappers get paid for every word they say
still i stay depraved enslaved by this rap game
blast ya .357 magnum rap temper tantrum singing the anthem move phantom stealth assassin
head bashin' with metal handguns let the gat smack em...like action!
f*** ur faction my passion for rapping doesn't allow me to let you keep advancing
throw ur wack raps in the trash bin ur flow like AIDS in the 70's catching everybody has it
u in the wrong valley get blasted south soul snatching ur lungs gaspin'
calls patchin' thru to the ambulance heads get smashed facials bashed
parties crashed by the man in a mask drinking a flask telling u "u wack!"
get ur skull cracked with a bat remains cleansed by suits hazmat
layin' in the back of a van drifiting off to the promised land
if u don't wanna die give me ur ASCAP i'm tired of u lab rats biting styles thinking u hatched a craft
when it was just happenstance take these pranks in advance don't get mad if i laugh
u caught a draft & got whiplash thought you had this rap game in the bag
then u faced the champ & got ur slate slashed i don't hate rap
i hate cats who act like they the sh** when in fact they wacker than changing fads
better change ur pants before u get ur fate dashed just a line in the class
f*** ing fags still trying to advance give it up u can't hack...
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