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We got the means, we ain't here for peace Bitch, it's war when we step outside We got the means, we ain't here for peace Bitch, it's war when we step outside (Yuh) I keep on dummin' out, let a brother go run up now Got a Mac with a laser, evaporate any gunner now (Pew, pew) Any moment, putting on the matching persona So if I got a murder mission or just rappin' a load of (What?) Intermediate to professional fuckin' quality (Yeah) But I don't go lenient, stackin' up all the quantity Wannabes wanna beat me, but leavin' me undefeated Go gimme a reason, I'm blastin' you with the heater (Bet) Hack into your femur with hatchets and mad demeanor (Cold) Prominent on the title in brackets, you are the feature Dominate, Osama Bin Laden levels of insane Congregate a whole fuckin' continent with my pen game Bang, you're collateral damage, if I'm a cannibal I'm eating mountain goat, understandable, have a bland day Got the canon peekin' out of the window Takin' pictures of your funeral, little late for a band aid (Switch it up) Switch it up, Denzel Curry They will be invisible, bitch, I bury (Gone) End up in a grave in the cemetery So you better vacate, gonna make you wary Stay outta my path and outta my life Letras de cancionesOr feel the wrath of my knife on your back tonight 'Cause if we gonna have beef, motherfucker, let's beef Guarantee that by the end, you're layin' on the concrete! (Yeah, yeah, bitch!) We got the means, we ain't here for peace Bitch, it's war when we step outside We got the means, we ain't here for peace Bitch, it's war when we step outside Swallowin' a bottle while you wallowin' in sorrow At the club, you're gonna throttle, music lowerin' your IQ (Ugh) Toxins enter, 'nother topic with incentive to control I'm an influencer like you had the fuckin' Swine flu (Woah) Now, you feelin' sick to your stomach Seein' somebody at the top 'cause he got sent to the summit And nothin' 'bout it addin' up, punch in the digits and sum it (Yeah) I'm one in one hundred, a one on one? You bitches don't want it (Blah, blah, blah, blah, bloaw!) I tell you, miss me with the guessin', takin' shots in the dark One way to get your head bagged and then get shot in the dark You brought your fists, not your rhyme book, so we not gonna start Like a car that's runnin' out of gas, it's a walk in the park So please stop actin' like you struggled with tryin' to go places 'Cause all you did was cut all the lines with no breaks, bitch And never will I stoop to the level of coke slingin' But ain't nobody shootin' this rebel, your bones breakin' (Oh, snap) A bitch wanna rumble, yeah, sure, your dissin' was subtle There is no rebuttal, you prolly gonna end up in puddles (Damn) This is a jungle, this game is not just kissin' and cuddles A kid could just grumble and then he got a stick to the frontal (Chk-chk) Guess it's a photoshoot then (Ha), stick to the frontal Criminals chuckle at the sight of men who are strugglin' Pit with a muzzle, vicious and you finna get tumbled 'Cause, jit, If you fumble, you'll end up in a pit from a muzzle Okay! (Brrrrraaah) We got the means, we ain't here for peace Bitch, it's war when we step outside We got the means, we ain't here for peace Bitch, it's war when we step outside From Letras Mania