This is what you listen to before going out there n killing someone. Thid sh*** is wild. Bravado on the beat and mixed by JR AKA The Mid West Threat. This is a huge tune!
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Lyrics
(verse 1)
yo be calm n respect, chaninsawin your neck
what the fuck you expect, dawg your jaw will get wrecked
kicking in the door, hit your chick up on the floor
you hurt but i stab you so you feeling it some more
it's blood n gore, i do this shit because i'm bored
hurting people is a hobby, some do it as a chore
run before i rip your dick up on a car door
use your mother as a dart board, my shit is hardcore(woo)
psychos envy me, my stradegy is beautiful
i'm the type to shoot families at funerals(machine gun)
your coffin is a urinal, son i'm a crazy fighter
call me a dick, get a bomb in your babies diaper
wanna make me happy, well a gun is the right gift
i'll become an hitman n start working a night shift
yall care about gold n a fucking balla cross
but i burn you faggots like the fucking hollacost
(verse 2)
I'm like a demon into jesus, ripping you to pieces
when you sleepin n dreaming, yo girls drinking on my semen
i just called a hoe, her names kelly shes smelly
watching my teli, likes mc's like belly n nelly
she wasting time, talking bologny on her celly
so i cut her body like peperonni at a deli(chainsaw)
all u rappers acting like a crook in your song
but i murder your moms even if you look at me wrong(gun shot)
i'm evil, dont be calling me nice
its happyface killer, charlie manson used to call me for advice
broke as hell, i'm a fin bunner
take your bank card n rape your daughter if i dont get the pin number
say goodbye to your friends, i'm booking your casket
dawg im making joe pesci look like a faggot
nah you dont oustand me, you a clown b
they call me c4, i blow up anything around me(bomb)
(verse 3)
last verse gonna hurt you like a bitch with a whip
loota of homeboys gonna talk shit when you dip
i hold my clip with a grip, girl licking my dick
but yo my dick is to big so it's ripping her lip
hey yo i'm hitting a spliff n then i'm ripping you kids
yall is chicken shit n none of yall flipping a brick
i'm splitting your wig, hit your chick with a kick
i aint a spic or a hick but i'm quick when i spit
spitting it sick, better be leaving it zipped
im killing your click n i'm still getting a tip
you got no dick like a trick, bomb will tick in a bit
so what faggot? at least i admit i'm a dick
ain;t cripping, get me mad, i'm prolly flippin
i smoke a big cigar that look like scottie pippen (haha)
i point at you n say "Ha Ha" like nelson
punch you in your nose so you look like owen wilson
i'm hitting you men like a brick of cement
i was born with a mic, watching porn with your wife
get thorn in a fight, close the door, take a hike
i can make any virgin become a whore for a night
if a bitch talk, i'll put a gat to her rack
i snap my finger n bring saddam back to iraq
dont even care if you aint loving this song
i'm sicker then anna nicole n the drugs she was on
