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Violent rap with a message.
Hip Hop is in the need of something new, but in order to become stronger it needs to be destroyed. Wh1Rlwind will destroy and rebuild.
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Genre
Charts
#159,676 today
Peak #833
#24,858 in subgenre
Peak #98
Author
Whirlwind and J-Ward
Rights
2003
Uploaded
August 07, 2003
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Constantly getting arrested and harrassed by cops only pushed us further and further in our disgust for them. This track is but a mere expression of that.
Lyrics
Whirl:
Bad boys, bad boys, whatchu gonna do? Whatchu gonna do when I got a glock to spew at chu//
Bitches, uniforms on pigs, handing us forms n shit, im bout to leave you deformed you bitch//
Im shooting at yer head fuck your bulletproof vest//
What makes you think I won't shoot this, our team's full, yer crew-less//
Except the other fat fucking pigs, so stupid they can't catch-a-cold//
There's some alert cops but that's-a-show, my mack-will-blow, at-cher-bones//
I'll slap-yer-dome wit yer own night-sticks, just like-this, and spray mase against yer eyelids//
Crash yer precinct like Muslim pilots, fucking bitches, good luck trying to find-us//
Im ready to fight-bitch, you just might-bitch, have to call some psychics//
To finally realize yer outmatched, out-macked, shoot you out-back, of a club mother fucker, you bitches kno Im all about-that//
Caught a blue devil, with a tucked in glock, struck his knot, now its a 187 on a mother fucking cop!//
Sho nuff, you bitches eating yer fucking doughnuts, till you grow stuffed, then you try to chase people?//
You can't face evil, like whirlwind, my bullets will have your head twirling, struck, you hadn't heard them//
Wanna hear some cursing? Fuck, shit, cunt, cock, dammit//
I won't stop dammit!!! Mother fucking bitchass punk, I did not plan it//
That night of getting ticketed, caught, like that fuckin faggot Matthew who got picketed//
Sweat trickling, but what can you do wit handcuffs?//
MAN FUCK!!!!!! I should have decided to stand-up, and swing-wit-my-fists//
Now its another thing-on-my-list, to do next to doing a duet and sing-wit-Prince//
Kidding!!! I'd much rather just shoot through-porkers//
They call you 5-0 cuz yer worth as much as 2 quarters//
J-Ward
Just becuz our evil lyrics were made to diss
That doesn't make us devil loving satanists
Nor confused spiritually bruised used athiests
But for some reason you police are constantly hatin' this
I'm a rapper not a criminal for your handcuffs to clutch
Just because I make my words flow and rhyme and such
Or is it cuz you police think I curse too much?
Man ya'll really think I honestly give a flyin fu (shhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Aiight here's the deal, here's what I'm gonna do
For the next verse I won't curse all the way through
Just to shut you people up wearin your badge in blue
And then try to arrest me, seriously what could you do
Ya'll screwed up the first time, next time you will too
Rights have to be read stupid, what the Academy never told you??
1-800-RentACop must've made a mistake
Or they realized you couldn't cut it and just gave you a break
They knew it wouldn't be long til people saw you were fake
An experiment of how much a wannabe could actually take
No gun, no night stick, and probably no (heyyyyy)
What?? What did you think I was about to say?
Point is that I'm not in jail, I'm still spittin with Whirl
When I walked out of court free the cop whined like a girl
So I looked back for a second and showed him what I thought
With a finger up to prove we won the battle we just fought
Man I'll be back to the beach and I'll do it again
People wanna hear me so I'm sendin these words to them
Resistance is crucial ya'll the PoPo ain't yo friends
Break the laws and fight, don't give up til the very end
Whirl:
Im sending these bitches straight to hell, or right-to-heaven//
You cops best be scared, this is another fucking 9/11 (AH SHIT!!!)//
Best get off it, releasing another rocket outta my cockpit right into yer eye socket//
Drop it, I dare you to arrest-me-again, test-me-again, I'll leave yer chest-in-the-ocean//
What's this commotion? I told yall I was frightening, I might-be the next cop killer like Ice-T//
I fucking kill somebody-I-hate, screaming Fuck the Police like NWA//
Prepare for a bloodier-fate, I'm cutting-yer-face//
Wit axes and switch-blades, now I'm shit-faced, I'll have this bitch-erased, dick-face//
Leave yer body parts misplaced, get
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