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Peak #3,945
Peak in subgenre #354
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J. Swirls, DJ Spann
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January 17, 2006
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MP3 4.5 MB, 128 kbps, 4:54
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Hey yo Jon we gotta kick some shit right here man. What do they wanna hear, what do they wanna hear they don't respect us man? I dunno man, I don't really think they feeling us man. Ya'll wanna hear me do somethin'? You wanna hear me do somethin'? (crowd yells) I dunno if I can hear ya'll, ya'll gotta be getting a little bit louder for that. Aight aight, i feel it, i see it i see it. Aight you gotta throw me a different beat tho i can't do it to this. ya'll gotta kick me something faster. Where's his snare? Where's his snare? there it is, there it is. alright alright The boys of the west, we're out on the prowl Ya better steer clear cause we're gonna fuck you up now The boys of the west, we're out on the prowl Ya better steer clear cause we're gonna fuck you up now (DJ Spann) Right now, we gonna start this shit right now. They aint rerady, mutha fuckers aint ready, slit their throats, yo bust this track up (J. Swirls) Wanna mess with the best fucking with a time bomb. The boys of west whoopyourass.com Test us once and then we'll come around and drill you We won't just beat you down we'll mutha fuckin kill you You think you're bas asses the Webster brothers, little faggots giving hand-jobs to eachother I can't believe you had some queers to support you when we're done with you your gonna wish your mom aborted you When we confronted them, them bitches had to lie son, they're gonna get knocked out just like Mike Tyson, cut 'em, gut 'em, smash 'em and dice 'em I'm not trying to entice 'em I got 'em in a head lock their head is in a vice son You're blacking out and you are gonna die son Say goodbye son the end of your life son, i'll slit your throat with a butter knife son I've taken it personally not putting it behind us, we gonna whoop the ass of them eastside vaginas Speaking of vaginas Heather's was nice and tight, yo Jamie, we all road that pussy all night Enough of the talking i'm not trying to bore, whenever you're ready we'll be waiting for ya. So apply your vagisil and assemble you're crew, any day any time we'll be waiting for you Crunk this shit up you imitating ass clown and be prepared cause this shit's going down. The boys of the west, we're out on the prowl Ya better steer clear cause we're gonna fuck you up now The boys of the west, we're out on the prowl Ya better steer clear cause we're gonna fuck you up now (DJ Spann) Come my brothers come with me, we're gonna throw it down like Muhammed Ali, something here's not right, we're coming for you, Webster's watch out we gotta tough ass crew I'm feeling something crazy, you better watch your tone, do me a favor when i slit your throat, please don't groan What else can i say, we haven't come to play, you slipped up big when you jumped BDA. And when I heard this news I just clinched my fist, sat in the corner substantially pissed. Some say run, some say hide, but ya'll mutha fuckers committ suicide (J Swirls) Out fear is that we're powerful beyond measure, bullshit my strength is my most sacred treasure. I know I'm stronger than you, you aint gotta kid me, you're afraid that you're put together inadequately. Take Ted Bundy and Charles Manson combined wouldn't add up to the process of this mind. I'll maim you, aim at you, rape you and brake you, i loathe you hate you detest you forsake you. No respect for your ass or for the law, if you're not watching a right hook 'cross your jaw. Just because you see me doesn't mean you believe me, whenever you leave me you won't be able to breathe. Insane justice, life's not fair, you're life's not important I don't even care. Just because one of us acts like a coward, don't judge us as if we're all Bradley Howard. If you live or die it's just a speck in my eye, I'll carry on ok and I damn sure won't cry. If you had heat exaustion and i had some water, i'd spit on you, nah, i wouldn't even bother. I'd tear you're limbs apart from 10 different angles, until your legs and
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