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Violent J Well dj clay came with it done tracked the roll with, underground like anna Nicole smith Big J, Duke of the darkness turn the best rapper alive into a carcass I might keep my hand just like a pipe bomb sweeter than coconut pie, right mom? J-U double G-A to the LO, letchya nuts hang straight to the flo', yes, I like fat on my ckicks ass, poundage, that make my dick splash, 17 or 71, I got dick for everyone, fuck fear, suck right here, dick in your nose hole nuts in your ear, rape yo face like a warlock ? whilan?, wear your panties to yo funeral smilin', sick seriously, furious, homless, and alone luxurious, lampin', back alley way campin, raggin', gang taggin stampin, I'm, tha joka lettin ho poka blunt toka, punk smoka, throat choka, life croaka, grape faygo soda bath soaka squeeze my noze and your head explodes with bionic elbows like dusty rows, I fuck old fat ho's and they crusty folds, n if u homeless ho's, im they musty clothes I'ma daaamn fool, no rules too cool fo school lick my family jewls, I'm hungry bitch, starving I need this, 9 whoppers and a shake couldn't feed this, clones, we'd been in there n done that rhymes, ya'll already said that how many times? It's ground hog days, for ground hog years two sticks of dynamite fuckin my ears, datin family, boondocks A-B-K, somebody take me away, clay, twist it hutch VLACE, the hatchet is the place to be. Jamme Madox Never faded apprieciate everytime I look in the crowd n they recitin all a my rhymes that we kick, call it holiday more free shit from twisted, passin the microphone with free spit, the style is linguistic, verbal and sadistic, where bitch motha fucka's need purses n lip stick, we sick to tha finish and bring ya everything u need we the best these bitches aint even in our fuckin league. I'm n MVP when it comes to blows, I hope you brought your umbrella I'm feelin ta rain on u hoes, I'm bent like an elbow, I'm folded like a crease, I'm drunk of the grey goose, and pineapple peace, to the ones that rock and stay down with what we do to the rest of em like a bus driver takin em back ta school bout to lunch all you punks I'm out my trunk like speakers n they ears are hot to death and my words are heat seekers Cold 187 This is a phsycopathic public service announcement I eat up, suckas down to tha last ounces, when It comes to lyrical murderin that's me, we'll leave you in the presence of a true rida rest in peace, ya, I think the runs too many gangstas in the streets there's too much hate frustration and bitches in heat, beef I get it every motha fuckin day of the week and if I have to pull the heat I hope God rest ya soul, phsycopathic assassins smashin' on all you non believers group pleasers n dick teasers I don't ever pause for a second I stay heavy I'm from the west where they dip chevies and stay ready biaatch Blaze Ya Dead Homie You know I'm low down and dirty and married to the game I was raised on the streets with drive by's and car jackets, you packin? Better be covered in Kevlar, you don't have a clue about the awesome note I sit on, mars first spittin, twelve gates sittin and my left hand blinkin u sinkin like quick sand, Blaze is the name aint a damn thing change but the the time on the watch 2012 they say it stops and I'm only getting started no room for half ordered on my team, cavities I clear em out like Listerine, ur lips blistering, I late react to the slack, swollen up like collard greens too much with Karmac I'm a no school fool with a new school style, tried n true and gaurenteed to make ya go wild, rick rhymes n times unload tha nine the world dies like Gloria Gana? but I survive Anybody Killa I'm just a killa from east baby check my stats, the only native representin with these warrior raps, got a heart that bleeds courage and I can't be stopped, bitch I'm the cream of the crop, somebody gimmi my props, this is murder mitten music so I'm killin them fools breakin all of they rules its time to send em to school I'm just a painted up, freak n I'm not alone to sent up the underground via my hatchet cologne , when you see us, betchya wanna be us, if u aint representin phsycopathic than u might as well just be dust, ashes to ashes and laid to rest to all them artists out there who aint showin respect, motha fucka if you really try n stop our shine gaurentee you at the end you'll be fallin behind, here goes a hot 16 straight tellin the truth now rewrite yo rap book and lock yo self in the booth bitch. Monoxide I'm a bad dreams night mare, an I'm everywhere like the internet homie and u just aggrivatin like spyware, I put I knife through eyeware n that'll leave ya blind but still alive so u always know that im out there, u aint a monsta or a beast u just anotha neck that I choke up like a leash, and I'ma keep growing like diseases in the street and run rampid with a passion that'll bring you fuckin leaches to ya knees, bitch please I don't apologize to none talk shit n ya delt with, I'll bring the fuckin sun outta the sky just to light weed and melt shit from a whole different dimension an no intervention can help this, we aint the ones that u mess with, cus we can flip it up like a coin in your headlist, down between yo legs like a bitch as she pregnant, it's phsycopathic fam in this bitch on some next lit next shit Shaggy 2 Dope Some folks call me joey, but most call me shaggs fuck skinny jeans, it's 42's in my shoppin bag, and my waist and nothing but a 32, which leaves plenty of room for my 20 duece, plus rockin plain 3x tall t's and that's weighin in at soakin wet with a buck 70, not to mention the rocks up in my shoe soals but never skippin for flippin to them feignin hoes fuck the Adams my family the juggalos n if we was a movie the theme would be my roll cus my hands be doin things my brains take control like choking they necks and bangin random nettin hoes my phsycopathic homies, we like stealth bomers doin damage cross the countries undetected by your radars, the one be ones, BOOM, hit ya with nuke get the under ??? make the surface dwelers puke suits on the outside the mac tatted skin are nothing but joker cards bitch that's a kin if trait from the outside workin ways in, happy smilin' faces, opposite of terrorism, thye gave us 1,000 ways to die we chose one, we got a 1,000 ways to get funds, seired our way or u best to fuckin run bet a 1, 000 MPI they just got juggalo sons bout to follow in they foot steps and beat cops so we takin over like it or not 2 four of generations workin on three indestructible trunk on this ever growin family tree barely makin loop, I'm the shit you hear in seas still brakin the grounds and we 20 years deep yup we still getting younger aint that something? The clowns ripped up by Benjamin Button. |