Punk ass niggaz man Niggaz don't know man I better let all their brainz blo nigga Man listen
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Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin Let it begin let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin
Verse one: rock, ruck
Aiyyo run for your gunz me and dutch coming through Rock ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue This be bucktown around these grounds they don't roam 'cause we send em home with trays of slugs in they dome Blown out the frame by the rock, mr. flipster Shit's heltah skeltah, where's the inflixter
Right by your side with my eyes on the posse I see duke and red he said he wanna drop me Plus he claim he can burn me up in rap skits
Shit take it to his grill ask the punk what he feel (fuck him) Two to his cheek 'cause he weak so's his jaw Nigga played the cell frontin like he hard to the core More I hear pussy talk more I wan flip See I got enough slugs for your mom in my clip Strip to your drawers run your dough and your jewels Tool's cocked it ain't april 1st but I'm breakin fool When punk niggaz test rock it's like touchin live wire Catch a shock to your knot From a glock that I pop, you don't want it with the rock Better duck dumbfucks you're out of luck You got caught by the ruck
First of all, niggaz don't know jack, my flow's fat So far, my gat splat at niggaz who claim that my shit's wack You don't know I thought you knew it Too late bitch you blew it Now i'ma bang your shit up like I was lennox lewis One, two, three four five Six seven eight niggaz'll shit where's my nine Mil I drill fine skills into your mental Block I hit your temple hot become gentle not You must mistake me for a sucker type of motherfucker Might lose his life, 'cause I'm trife in the night
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Verse two: ruck, rock What's the deal nigga? set it off in the dark I spark marks when the big ruck flips the ark The raw rapper jaw tapper ruckus kick it wicked Keep it real my click roll thick like acidics Plus, I be there like jackson, breakin your backs and Askin, who want more, that's when my fat spins So chump chill 'fore my pump kill You wanna I'll still ruck knock out your front grill The lyrical whatevah, 'cause whatevah is lyrical I bring forth, thoughts beyond those of physical Raps get deep when I mack with my peeps You yappin bout beef you'll get clapped in the streets bitch This nigga ruck is fuckin crazier than ten niggaz I send niggaz to hell, full of my rhymes and then I bend niggaz So what? ? pussy bring it on Word is bond, sean got songs that's mad strong (so bring it on)
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Verse three: rock
Man listen, another nigga bluffin Punk fuck discussion, when you see me get to snuffin You're sweet as muffins, that mom dukes bake I break Yeah my timberlands make everything from your head to your north lake ache So take your monkey ass to the rear Toe to toe or blow for blow we can square Yeah my brass knuckles make your knees buckle What duke I lay more niggaz flat out on they back than a slug do Who knows what you, seem to be I didn't gas you But you can keep it movin 'fore I beat your gassed ass You punk bastard, you could get the gat quick Or your ass kicked, that dry shit your lips spit, get the chapstik Or a fat dick and that's it Heltah skeltah, lettin the brainz blo and that's if we
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Outro: rock
Ahh, let the, madness begin Let the brainz blo if you grin Let the madness begin, let it begin Let the madness begin and let the brainz blo if you grin Let the madness begin Let it begin, let the brainz blo if you grin Let the madness begin let the madness begin Let the madness begin to let the brainz blo if you grin We let the madness begin We let the brainz blo if you grin Make way for the dreads and the pros 'cause we let the brainz blo Punk-ass...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
