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Yo It's murder now... Click, click It's over... Yeah Golden Era, we load the coke in an old Carrera Go to where you live and unload the barrel Cause you told the sheriff You broke the code, you know the terror Hold you over an open terrace Drop you on your dome, then go and smoke your parents Born ignorant, rippin' joints like a torn ligament Foreign women adore a nigga, get more intimate Score like porn, filmin' it These whores feelin' it Before Eminem signed the boy, I was pourin' venom In the tracks, I'm back, like Spinal Tap Chiropract, psycho rap, Michael Jack's title track I'm a Thrilla! A Killa! Serial numbers get scratched like pulling vinyl back It's curtains, the final act You know where to find me at I'm underground where miners at But higher ground, my mind is at You all cap, but minus that Letras de cancionesYour highness, with an iron strap That'll plug you like it's supplyin' crack Born snitches die a rat Golden Era, we loadin' coke in an old Carrera Go to where you live and unload the barrel Cause you told the sheriff You broke the code, you know the terror Hold you over an open terrace Drop you on your dome, and then I smoke your parents Hardcore, the 44 clappin' just like an encore Usin' your blood to write on your mom's floor Then hop on a Concord, to France, Bonjour! I murder rappers, what you think I called Bronze for? The crime lord, rhyme lord, yeah Let the 9 pour Metal in your spine cord Mind torn, when I cut your wisdom with the rhyme sword Serial killer, murder the Fruity Loops Hooty-hoot, I'm an outcast I taught the crew to shoot Finger paintin' these dangerous sign languages Pilot of the new Top Gun, I'm flyin' vanquishes The Fendi trunks, master handle on a semi-pump Penny dunks, out in Trini blowin' plenty skunk Time glitch on a Roley wrist, ignore the drip Soundclip from the motion pic's a horror flick Suicide bomb on your mama for all the drama Then it's death to the rest of your fam, for your dishonor I'm a, little off, no pillow talk, my wheel of thoughts Be as cold as a Sub Zero, De Niro talk Infrared beam, gory scene, loud screams Brain leakin' out your taco like it's sour cream Golden Era, we servin' dope out an old Beretta Owe me cheddar, they find you close to the buried treasure Crack your dome for the merits, I'm a terror No smoke and mirror Crooked gave me the clearance, so I smoked your parents Hardcore, we fully strapped, ready for war Offshore, the fetty stacks settle the score Then catch a Concord, France-bound, Mi Amor Killin' rappers, what you think I called Bronze for? They never ready Forever petty, gassed like Getty Soft Pendergrass, Teddy Chop 'em up, machete I'm Nas and DMX in Belly, you R. Kelly Never talk on the celly Stash houses full of jelly Mario Andretti, whippin', dippin' through the traffic Jurassic bastards, stretch the money like elastic Loud in my lungs, access a thousand guns Unlimited funds, I got six incomes My bitches like Catholic nuns, sweet honeybuns F-50 Ferrari, shittin', I got the runs Lason the Don, animal General Hannibal Unpredictable, electro-mechanical In my zone, I think like Al Capone Passionate, Baratheon This Game of Thrones I catch a Concord, France-bound, all aboard I murder rappers, what you think I called Bronze for? Encore, flyin' over Christine the mind pour Cullen shore, condo condor, au revoir Sorin' off on a Concord, Leon we booked it for I slay producers, what you think I called Crooked for? Golden Era, we loadin' coke in an old Carrera Go to where you live and unload the barrel Cause you told the sheriff You broke the code, you know the terror Hold you over an open terrace Drop you on your dome, and then I smoke your parents... From Letras Mania