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I don't really like to hear the squealing animals in the cemeteries, when they do their rituals, but they give me free vodka Ya'll ain't about nothin', I'm bustin a hundred rounds at you I'm Pack Pistol Pazzy, I'm poppin like .40 rounds at you This bulldog barks and it mean that I'm sickin' hounds at you He puff a pound or a two, Pazienza just insurmountable The Goma-2 roll on the substance wasn't compoundable It's bodies everywhere and they try to hold me accountable The burberry bag is boujee and booty bountiful The bankroll blickie, the name's ain't even pronounceable It ain't an ounce of you that can fathom haven't abandoned you The weaponry is wonder it's numbers ain't even calculable I stomp you out and pull the Beretta, money, it's marvelous The gladiator war, fight with Gannicus since it's Spartacus The seventy disciples of the Judaizers is the Barnabas A reconstruction of the Acropolis Pagus pardon us The deeper the abyss is the deeper into the Tartaros The AK diesel the drum is a hippopotamus He a dead man walking, that's a body Get his hand pop talking, that's a body This a hundred round drum, that's a body Where we from that's a slum, that's a body He a dead man walking, that's a body Get his hand pop talking, that's a body This a hundred round drum, that's a body Letras de cancionesWhere we from that's a slum, that's a body (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Yeah, y'all still about nothing, I'm choppin you with a tomahawk Allah hates the cowards, you do a lot of vagina talk It's as-salamu alaykum, I greet him with lots of guys to talk Headshot medulla oblongata on a puzzle walk I caught too many homies, now it's time for me to find a morgue Go here and rhyme it, dog, it's another vagina monologue I'll take you to a digital death, the place with no analog I have your bones shaken, I break 'em like marijuana laws There ain't no other boss that's as ill as me, son, it's lunacy The leftist ideology is killin' the black community You need a couple bodies, just give me the opportunity You milli mild muhfuckers is making buffoonery It ain't no unity, ain't no talking it out, it's hammer time I'm moving, B, but I don't be talking, I'm like a pantomime And I don't think that being a pussy should be romanticized I roll with motherfuckers that's diddy-boppin and vandalized He a dead man walking, that's a body Get his hand pop talking, that's a body This a hundred round drum, that's a body Where we from that's a slum, that's a body He a dead man walking, that's a body Get his hand pop talking, that's a body This a hundred round drum, that's a body Where we from that's a slum, that's a body (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) From Letras Mania