BeatSlaughter Presents Bigg G. Original beat. Original Lyrics.
just a guy interested in music and wanting to keep a dying hip hop alive.
Lyrics
its 187 time cuz im bout to kill u wid ma rhymes,
one line will leave u speechless just like a pantomime.
and now u look grime with ur blood like slime thats,
covering ur whole body n u were just in ur prime
man fuck the mac, all I need is a tongue,
load the verb in ma cabbage and pull some air in ma lungs
point at ur fukin figure, pull the lyrical trigger ,
then blast out a flamin rhyme that’s raw n unsung
murdering u is too easy I got better plans,
id gouge ur eyes out and put em in ur hands
piss in ur sockets n ur face and make u know firsthand,
y no moderfuker has ever messed wid ma clan
u’d be the last to go id kill ur family first,
Imagine seein ur kids headless in a hearse
plant ur bitch with a bomb so u can see her burst
but ur destructions is a small drop to my insatiable thirst
battleing me is like poking a bear with a stick;
ill stick u quick, break ur rib and stick in ma dick
So sick is the style of the number one track killer,
pussy driller, iced bodies cuz im a lead filler
Fo reala, cuz id have no problem buckin a Stan,
fill u with so much metal u could be the real iron man.
But I’ll just strom my dome, pull lyrical lead out my cabbage
A mind where thoughts don’t roam, ur like the computer by charles babbage
Now allow me to throw a couple words at ur face
then dent ur skull, use em as a mace;
put a IN in ur sanity, wipe u clean like Christianity;
strip u n show u up like a disgrace
It Aint shit the geto boys said it real Gz don’t flex nuts
they put cuts on u cunts and spew all ur guts
So u better show sum if u own sum
cuz judging ur fake ways I know that u blow sum
A rap phenomeon, packin heat like the Taliban,
makin ur head spin cuz of instantaneous verbal spawn
Shit’s on when u collide with the lyrical don,
microphone is a hearse, the slug is a verse, when they meet then ur gone
