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we some grimey ass niggaz thats all u gotta know
kingchino,skugwurf,tommegunnz,john bone,and Idenity....we form R.C.G. aka roc city grimiest
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Lyrics
kingchino verse
ayo im massive with flows i mastered this yo/
niggaz wanna test so im lashin at throats/
got gunz i carry inside of my coat/
never seen a kid sick nasty like hoes/
im grapsin you jokes you laugh and u smoked/
im here for a show so the kid gonna blow/
be ready i spit heavy to bloody your nose/
sockin wet motherfucker just to bloody your close/
the kid sick with the werds breakin you herbs/
stickin my knife in the spine of u nerds/
blood leakin till you vision gets blurred/
slice your mouth motherfucker so yo speakin is slurred/
my flows disturbed so dont step to this/
and if u wanna go goddnight motherfucker ill give youa kiss/
im slittin your wrist just to get a taste of ya blood/
your fates in the mud/
you gangsta? nah u fakin a thug/
gettin hit with a slug striaght threw ya mug/
so im sorry if yo feelins is hurt/
my gun gonna squirt/
in and outta body nigga makin you jerk/
yous a bitch so im liftin ya skirt/
Fallen
A passionate masochist will happily slap a bitch.
I’m past being happy kid, I’m after that drastic shit.//
actively stabbing with no match for my craftsmanship.
Relax while I hack at your back with this axe and pick.
Distorted,// I contort my fists into abortionists.
Resort to tricks that leave your cohorts in portions bitch.
Can you afford to live?// No?// That’s so unfortunate.
I suppose I could just expose all your organs then.
Snatching your breathe like I’m grasping for death.
Your left asthmatic at best,// compacting your chest.
When you ask me to rest, I’ll leave your ass in suspense.
For dramatic effect, then attack you again.//
Gripping your head and spin it like vinyl’s.
Hitting your spinal till you spit your insides out.//
Rip off your eyelids so you don’t miss all the violence
And give you a while to see that you “live” in denial.
I spit the vilest expressions at a mile a second.//
combine every sentence with some violent wreckage.
I live in silent dementia thinking of styles to end you//
And by the time your realize this, you’ll be a pile of messes. Shit.
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