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Matty Boomz and Non stop colaberation
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Hardcore underground with multiple tastes. From Serious hard emotional hip hop to Down right silly/Crazy Lyrics and beats.
Pillowface Productions is like a group that keeps on growing. It started out with Matty Boomz then He formed the group C.M.F and then one after another , Johnny 5, Jut, Rob Banks and a bunch more joined forces to form Pillowface Productions. Also including special appearences by Non stop, Illafed. and more.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,136
Peak in subgenre #182
Author
Matty Boomz
Rights
cmf productions
Uploaded
November 01, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 2:23
Lyrics
Knock you out the ring like Rocky in Apollo do, I’m quick with the follow through you get what you always do, A fist to just swallow through to hits almost all of you a bitch is what I’m calling you, I’m just an honest dude, I’m steppin back, I’m steppin with the wrath, So just watch ya back before I creap through and hit you with the gat, Yeah its me and matt, fuckin Blaisdell Keep ya shit up on a waist rail its game steel, Yeah the stainless, I’ll leave you fuckin brainless The shots that I’m taking are straight fuckin aiming, I spit on rare occasion, un replacement I don’t give a fuck man my spit is so amazing Your amazement, Yup ya stuck in the circle I’ll hurt you, I didn’t do that man I aint even steve erkle I’ll murk you , ya just call me your decent sniper I’ll fucking come through yeah my shit is so much tighter, An lighter ,a fighter, I’m about to spark the fire, I don’t give a fuck send you like its hot wire, Across the travel, You really wanna battle? I’ll take this knife and really fuckin stab it though ya adams apple, I’ll wrap you with a lasso, I’ll ride you like the horses sattle, the cattle, mother fucker yeah I battle Holding up strong it’s the words that I kick it with The birds that I’m flickin with you turds need a lickin quick Hand over the rattle my paddle against ya broken nose soaked in crimson clothes Ya should of left before the door was closed Braggin of a bad life but to afraid of death to die 27 boys of mine are gone but I’m still here to ride Nothing but bunch a pussy bitches doing pussy things Call ya self a hustler when ya cooking up them onion rings, Yeah I could of stayed around I played the game but now I’m done I claimed the fame in round one You blamed my name but how come Ya still broke without job ya girls a hoe ya coke sucks Ya kids in foster care ya selling rocks for 20 bucks I had to spit my word and tell you how ya life is nothing hard Nothing tough about a punk that dwells beneath the grave yard
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