Print

Bunches and bunches Punches is thrown until you’re frontless Oodles and oodles Bang bullets at suckers noodles Last album voodoo Proved that we was fucking brutal I’m talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo You rappers doodoo Baby shit, just basic boo boo I’m Shaka Zulu Mansa Musa my money’s buku My beat’s is bangin’ Fuck what you rappin’, who produced you? I slapped the snot, take what ya got And Run The Jewels you You itsy bitsy furry fright, and fricken sickly A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming Look at these kitties Mike, I'm a rat-a-tat 'em for living I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch 'em I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position We run our brand where destruction's the number one commitment It’s all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings So we disappear in the smoke like we're fucking magicians No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice Letras de cancionesTop of the morning, my fist to your face is fucking Folgers (We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders) You punks is pussy proverbial pansy pantie holders I jake the snake ‘em, DDT ‘em in mausoleums Macau massacres killer cousin my colosseum (They all actors given top in back of a BM I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen) From Letras Mania