1000 Corpses
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Testo di 1000 Corpses

AlbumReject 2
Anno2015
GenereHip Hop Rap
Lingua originaleInglese
Visualizzazioni38
AaLettura
Dimensione 18

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Look Empty out the Kel-Tec, til ain't a shell left Bullets burn, I can smell flesh, I can smell death I inhale the last L right on hell's steps Devil's Reject, fuck you expect? Listen I got too many guns, and not enough drama So I'm broad day in the hood, popping the llama (Let's go) I get the blocks from papi, then I holler hasta mañana (Papi) Eating pasta like a mobster, silk Prada pajamas I've got to be out of my fucking mind I'll have B-Wiz sniff another fucking line and break your fucking spine I'm back around, graduated from the school of Hard Knocks And got a brick and a pistol, instead of a cap and gown A couple choppa shots will back them down Waving the K like: Look at me. I am the Captain now (hahahahaha) Thought you had racks homie, what happened now? (Damn) You take a loss and have more excuses than Pacquiao (haa) Ask around, you fuck niggas I smack around My Don C Bulls jacket smell like a pack of loud (You smell it) My bitch double C, it's Chanel bagging now Giuseppe on her feet, I-8 Beamer, she swagging now (she swagging now) 100 bags a week, that's on average now Sending cookies from Cali, I'm waiting on a package now I only came to snatch the crown from whoever has it I don't fuck with these faggot niggas that's rapping now (fuck these niggas, man) Jump out of the coupe with something to shoot inside So run up on me, you're committing suicide I built a reputation niggas can't scrutinize APCs, shattered back boards, hoodies Superdry Medusa on the buckle, Gator on the brim I pull up on your corner, shit's spraying from a Benz (brr) It's funny how you only feel betrayal from a friend It's never the enemy, they hate you from within This for them niggas that play with the razors in the pen (my nigga) My bars sharp, I write with razors in my pen (woo) My little bro will put the gauge up to your chin He gon' wait till I say when, but his patience's running thin Look, I am the illest, I am the realest I ain't a rapper, I am a killer, I am a menace Listen I have completed what you're trying to finish I'm aiming at your cap, trying to peel it It's the Machine, bitch! It's the Machine, bitch!

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