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Stand back ya heard sir murders occur My verbs are disturbed My curse words are hurtin your herbs Alertin the service bringin marines with kerosene flasks guns and masks jumpin through glass with sick 229's and mp5's I rapid fire bustin sprayment When I was a baby my pacifier was a grenade pin And yes I'm from tampa No I'm not a buccaneer but I'll be buckin near your main arteries ya fuckin queer The sun is here Cover your eyes All my attributes is dangerous My moustache is murderous My hipbone'll send your clique home with they ribs blown back and they wigs sewn to they six pack Cartilage in a gift wrap My cartridges click clack And leave you and your bitch clapped Now ya bitch ass need a neck brace with a chin strap We swing machetes at crews with little ice picks and niggas round my way call me the cuban missile crisis My raps not for emo kids My flame thrower leave you bald head like chemo kids I ain't a gangsta and a gentleman I'm one of the two Don't open doors for bitches So which one do you choose? Playboy make you steak sauce A-1 you gay soft Letras de cancionesNot travolta but which of my hos'll take your face off We got the cake off My money stacks make the rubber bands snap My number runners gettin bundled with no goverment tags Ain't no 20 80s split better give me half Or you can get your jaw split Courtesy of vinnie pazz A-O-T-P or D-E-M-I-G-O-D-Z Either or galore heaters pour Got the fever for some thick skeezers and a need for whores She got a apple bum so what the fuck we need bonita for Rappers try to pull my cards I gave em a shuffle Gutter mouth took their bodies so I gave em a shovel Runnin ten laps in a second When I'm rappin on records Came in the game in '98 and I'm already a legend Back in the day me and dutchmaster schemin just to get in Now we slingin wacks from 813 to the gremlin Hook line and sinker My hooks and lines'll sink you leagues under the sea Up my sleeves up under the fleece No tricks just a loaded piece Chrome heat Put you in a coma sleep With a combover to cope with holes in ya cheek And I don't care if you worship I'll put a bullet in your temple Leave you bent and crippled Wife and kids get sentimental Ya best soldiers incomparable to my b-team Fuck nas mission impossible be my thief's theme Each beam I aim multiplied by 8 You gettin fucked on ya album and gettin raped on mixed tape I kick with a flipped face targetin system Heat vision like the predator I'm slaugterin victims The harder I hit em Nigga the better they know Call up the reverend and we bringin holy shit to ya show These holy clips leave you holy split Every ho I hit get baptized in holy water comin out the hole in my dick I stay holdin my dick You thought I wasn't one of them Spittin phlegm on bibles in gods crib right in front of him I'm ice berg but not slim More like this hyper shit that sunk the titanic That irreversible damage There's no recovery possible No nurses no hospitals no stuffed bears and get well cards Just celph spittin hells bars You grew up on a farm with the amish gettin they goats from I'm from the dirty south but I'm clean so call me soap scum I'll sell the same shit twice Double dip it and reup I ain't married to this rap game We ain't signin a prenup You up late watchin raunchy cable And I'm a creep behind your couch and crack ya motherfuckin skull on the coffee table From Letras Mania