Lyrics
Hook 1x
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My action raise tha rate, of corpses made/
Hands bring darkness to ya eyes, while my forces shade/
Ya'll muthafuckas act hard when you holdin tha metal/
I could squeeze a capgun and ya'll niggas would backpedal//
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Pull out clips, cock back, just ta shoot sum blanks/
Bringin out a pistol ta battle V-I-D tanks//
My style full anger dats why I got no friends/
|When our conversation over, it seems ya life ends|//
No reason ta live fuck it just let me die/
If I had a funeral today, nobody would come by//
Make ya breathe in toxin, |ya face gets shot in|/
If we both exposed guns, |you'd die for ya actions|//
No time, no matta how quick da reaction/
You duckin fights, you ain't duckin this |deadly faction|//
|Smith n Wesson ya chest in,| aimin tha best of them/
Opponents seem tired, tha way I'm layin rest ta them//
It's not easy tryin ta survivin through dis hate/
Only alive by fillin lines to tha pearly gate//
Hook 1x
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My action raise tha rate, of corpses made/
Hands bring darkness to ya eyes, while my forces shade/
Ya'll muthafuckas act hard when you holdin tha metal/
I could squeeze a capgun and ya'll niggas would backpedal//
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Blazin:
Niggas wanna talk shit, so I remove dey ass lips/
Feel da pain bitch as I force ya |speech ta pass quick|//
I beat da wackest, |like a tennis racket|/
If I was a pussy, this dickhead would |neva smack it|//
You rip da fastest, cuz I pass through ya weak core/
Speak no more, my evil thoughts make you |reach da floor|//
I could freak ya whore, cuz you antique hardcore/
Ya physique seem weak, |why is you seekin war?|//
You best choose, ta rest bruised, permanent snooze/
On da news, don't want ya views, |so leave abused|//
I decrease ya bodily mass, when I leave you harassed/
What an ass, I got you |shitted on like farm grass|//
Hook 1x
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My action raise tha rate, of corpses made/
Hands bring darkness to ya eyes, while my forces shade/
Ya'll muthafuckas act hard when you holdin tha metal/
I could squeeze a capgun and ya'll niggas would backpedal//
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I'm like dry clay, cuz |ya'll ain't 'impressin' me|/
Soft moms holdin a belt, |cuz all you do is threaten me|//
Please, he get in my face, but he ain't gon fight/
You must not be a virgin, cuz |ya ass ain't tight|//
As I continue ta speak tha closer ta death you come/
You might as well tie my legs cuz ya'll will neva make me run//
I squirt ya blood out |like it's an infinite supply|/
So as ya eyes darken, immortality finds its easy ta die//
Increase da heat cuz dick is ya favorite meat/
Ya face in asphalt, |BITCH, now start talkin street|//
I ain't got constipation, cuz I don't give a shit/
Say you'll hurt me, |I'll have you beat like slaves at whips|//
I'll make you tell ya kids, Blazin is why ya past is fucked/
Like Pam Anderson in jail cells, |ya ass is fucked|//
Hook 1x
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My action raise tha rate, of corpses made/
Hands bring darkness to ya eyes, while my forces shade/
Ya'll muthafuckas act hard when you holdin tha metal/
I could squeeze a capgun and ya'll niggas would backpedal//
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