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Sniper
MC-MastaSniper
Im from a Small town in South dakota,
called aberdeen If you would like to git
a hold of me ...call at 1-605-229-1187
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #20,671
Peak in subgenre #12,955
Author
MastaSniper
Rights
MastaSniper
Uploaded
January 29, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:17
Story behind the song
Not a Fucking thing Eat shit and Die eat chips and get Fat but Why
Lyrics
stomp your feet like a frog leaps in the swamp to the beat
dead allies *Recur my eyes are *blur
So I head to the *massacre Im The *ref
from hell so *hide I rise Im *deaf to your
cries as you *died so this i must *advise
Youd better get some *skills or be liveing with the *flies
at the battlefiled of *kills you just write your *goodbyes
Im king of thease *hills So I sing to the *skys
I put some meany *chills throught you I need a *disguise
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I Dissmissem my *decision I live in the Cryptic *criticisms
prism of a *moat Im the monsters at your *throat
Its jsut my lyrical *lead empirical right to your *head
so Fight thease *melodies and write tell your *dead
ITs Just like if *Kennedy was shot in his *bed
so know youd better *drop fast like quick to a *stop
I siad I out *top ever embread In this *game
The one and only *Chris and ill put you to *shame
this isint *ludacris but its what music *is
All thease Mr *Wizkids In what we call Show *biz
I spit brawling On *flows Hitem crawling in *rows
right to ther fenral *homes leaking blood form ther *domes
and I Dont use *guns Just a crapy *microphone
and some headphones my *sons and I got tons and *tons
of results Im *Spitten insults at your *Goals hitten
Controls to *quick splitten holes in your *thick skulls
oo shit Is *this my sick reminisce *diss I dont
think you *exist sniper from the *abyss
writeing a cyper *pissed with that indelible *ink
Its inevitable to *blink sO i enforce this *score
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of hardcore *carnage and gore Iam that *judge
in Rage form *before about to fukcing *budge and
ingauge your *door Form my Cage I *roar
I sleep and I *snore on stage ready for *war
What more Do i *Collect like data to *correct
a matter So pick an *affect That this cat cant not *shatter
Combat is My *spree killing it like a *banshee
Spitten slime times *3 in my prime so take a *knee
I attack with *rhymes hostility killing at *times
when IM Drilling *Artilley shells my *ability swells
in to *mobility cells your jsut a *mess
60 seconds *released from physical *stress
I spit rippen *destruction I hit flippen your *Productions
follow thease *instructions now get some get some *suction
When I speak in *tongues like medieval greek your *lungs
are crushin in from this *devil and his sound pressure *level
while Im provin what Im *doin is the essence of this *movement
its to trance *inducin Its a lot like Goose *bumps
going up in your *spine When I rhyme it just *pumps
up your shotty and *nine Ill fuck your body up its mine
My wheels be *coastin when my mind is in *motion
Just a sick *thrust then your statues is blown to *dust
