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I love to rock but i rap as well, and this is my hip hop page showing who I am and how well I rap.
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Genre
Charts
Peak #3,497
Peak in subgenre #1,868
Author
Beat by VTZ, Lyrics by Mike Maxim, Sample by Fuel
Rights
(C) VTZ
Uploaded
February 01, 2011
Track Files
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:57
Lyrics
This f*** ing mammoth never went extinct
i'm coming to bring you hell
the mammoths are gone but their blood is still coursing
i pull their bones from the morgue, it's mass extinction exportion
i can afford to record the revival and force it's
reentry to tour the poor calf into boston
it's often i lost it back when, before coffins
and obiviously hardly set fire to bars
and yet now i go hard and i yawn while i saw these
wack rappers stale bars in all halves of a carcass
now toss me the car keys, i'll run over a few things
i'll whip out the butane, it's fire enducing
don't cry while you're dying, it might be a good thing
if you just lay in silence, and say hi to some new things
the afterlife, has to react to you nicely
just don't value your life, and then death isn't pricey
if the depth of the end is only deep for pretend
then the cold, shadows and ice and cold feet are your friends
Hook://
I'm not soft i'm diamonds hidden in stone
i'sm insane as always living alone, you know
heaven turned me down and so well
I've come to bring you hell
I tried to tell you but you've gotten so low
that i can't tell if you're a friend or a foe
guess it don't matter cause oh well
i've come to bring you hell
the pistol fits simply clean with room in my pocket
bet you're running, while i'm gunning, or as soon as i cock it
you're a cold bowl of knowing that i'm hot in the faucet
pouring dose after dose of those pills while you're not sick
i still feel the wheel of the drill start to peel, but i'm off it
it used to be steel and instilled me with rockets
that means that i will fit but kill the bill of real when you rock it
get the drill dig ur hole you sing a trill then i top it
Vibrado bravado we going mano a mano off it
the crowd tone mono when you bother so don't go and talk sh**
i'm talking you're walking out the door but i lock it
and i'm pullin stops with the glock and you stopping exhausted
lust for tossing dust along the floor of the walk off dock
and selling less then giving up i must be top of argument
cause i trick with a dip of the fillament tip
be thrillin the kin of unintelligent kids
bill the villian quick and i'm stealing the ritz
riff with the b*** with a twist then i'm flippin the switch
I could live off of the awfully forgotten awful offense
that you often embodied with the not so intense
figure eight of an awkward knotted ominant gent
figure eight of the cops would probly offer to vent
then the sehriff forget it you're just awkwardly presented
that he will probly just say the the officer pretended
you're just not the kind of joke that the office intended
steven carell stick around this guys heart is demented
throw him over holy hedges push him over the edge
and unholy holes of bowling h*** with show him an edge
and those only go for holding toes for going over the head
boning h*** with those limp balls will bowl them over again
bowling pins just hold him in, and now he's going again
don't tell him you have herpes, he'll be throwing you dead
across the yard, it's curtin call, you know he'll forget
to put the motherf*** ing condom on, now give him some head
Hook://
god is throwing parties killing pussies again
wimpy lonley artists with weak verses are dead, i said
god threw a party, now you're dead
I've come to bring you hell
how'd you know to show up, were you listening in?
ear to the door before the doorknob you'd sit, i'd say
things for me and god worked out well
I've come to bring you hell
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