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AIGHT FIRST OFF, THE NAME ISNT MYSTIK D...
ITS ETERNAL
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Eternal
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,771
Peak in subgenre #596
Author
Eternal on lyrcis music Wyshmaster
Uploaded
August 21, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Ill put it through you, could be the knife or shells,
Threw ya vest, in to ya chest, don’t cry for help
Bag tied over your head, I hope you like them wells,
I hold souls under control you can’t fight my spells,
You think im bad im way more evil then that
You try to fuck around with E u get beat till u see black
Im releasing tracks, that seeks out and feasts fast,
Diseasing rap, deceasing cats, for green grass,
Demons attract, when I speak heat my teeth crack,
You practice spitting shit by licking and eating ass,
Im breathing gats, Hock-shots stampede backs,
Non-stop I rock-blocks no time to relax,
Im chopping with 3 axes, slaughter ya knee caps with,
Explosive shells from a shotgun that gleeks rapid,
Sorry, you can not pass this; the skill in me is havoc,
You get splattered like a rabbit that didn’t flee traffic,
For real I thrill and I deal with enemies with matics,
Ya feeling me, I go on killing sprees in blackness,
And straight hack shit, the fact is, you need practice,
I drop blades like guillotines and leave ya backless,
Ill put it through you, could be the knife or shells,
Threw ya vest, in to ya chest, don’t cry for help
Bag tied over your head, I hope you like them wells,
I hold souls under control you can’t fight my spells,
On the mic, you know im gonna do it to you,
Right on site, im leaving all you crews, like boo-hoo,
I know you like, when you see me spew this vodu,
You wanna fight? Im bout to put it through you through you,
I crack bells, spit shells, and raise hell,
Spit flames out, stand back and watch the game melt,
I hold the belt, cuz my flow was felt,
E-t-e-r-n-a-l what’s it spell, there’s room for 1 in this realm,
You have fell, kneel down, kiss the feet, and shine the crown,
When I spit the free, bitch take a seat and write it down,
This aint a mystery, bitch emcees dikes and clowns,
Get roasted like hickory, seriously how u likes me now,
You talk true but spit fables, come to close and get tangled,
You bout to get tossed like you disabled,
Or better yet, in another step, your crews mangled,
To all you bitch, lemme hit it, bend it over the pool table,
Im raw with the text and im raw with the sex,
and I turn more raw when I saw off ya flesh,
Necks get gnawed off on sets, its pure violence,
And if you can’t see it, then ill fuckin cut off ya eye lids,
Hook
Was written on paper and im to lazy to type the last verse… just fuckin listen
