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I'mma blam blam this big bed heckle and slide And this is full of allegory like it's Jeckyl & Hyde The Bugati Veyron is a hell of a ride He auto asphyxiated with the devil inside See me I'mma muthafuckin' savage in the street I make in one hour what you average in a week See the drums is a bad bitch marriage to the beat I'm the bam bam bigilo damager of beat It's like muthafucka toe tippin' like a mouse And if worse come to worse I just flip another house We just cookin' in the muthafuckin' kitchen & we out You can starve but I'm eating in the middle of a drought This a homicide whether you believe it or not This revolver holds 6 like a beat on the dot This is free par you ain't gotta pay me to box And my hands is bloody like somebody gave me the ax Muerte! I'm still a white nigga piece of shit Christ killa Coka soil from the mountains with a hype trigga Question everything piss everybody off Guerrilla war ride? with a shotty y'all Strawberry ball jerseys the young Paul Kursey Superstitious like black cats on floor thirteen Goons with pistols pop off clappin' your jaw t Youthful villains of war banish of turned king Phileetardo see ca? caprisio his main shooter name Fabrisio The devil's spawn was born infeetrio We make the metal talk like C3PO Like a Viking that pray for death in the freezin' cold Like hear it happen physical on a prison phone Profession now cook crack on a kitchen stove Satanic acid rituals all systems go Hallowtips exploding whistle like a piccolo Got yo dome spinning like a ho on a stripper pole Ante up or squeeze? focals for my guitar solos In a vicious supreme box logos
Writer(s): Vincent Luviner, William Braunstein, Matthew Pignatelli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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