MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
the transplants - 1,2,3,4,5,6,7
[chorus:]
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
no one here's gonna get to go to heaven
no one here's gonna get to go to heaven
no one here's gonna get to go to heaven
the first one to speak, be the first one to leave,
get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed sheets.
six deep, full heap, best be quick on the draw,
you's a snitch, you's a bitch, you get left where you are.
i roll with killa's who got strikes, dealers who catch cases,
Skinheads and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces.
bring it 'til your dead, bass it, get to bumpin' your gun,
all these cowards talk shit, all these cowards gonna run.
i'm not one, not my cards, not the hand i was dealt,
it all goes down, you only go for yourself.
not me, i can't call it, i'd die for the team,
smoking sacks in the shack, getting high with the team.
let it fly with the beam, infra-red on your head,
every last muthafucka wanna leave me for dead.
can't be happy that i'm livin', you pray that i fall,
BUT I'M A DEAD MAN WALKING, I AIN'T LIVIN' AT ALL!
[chorus]
all the time that you hate, it's time that you waste,
wake up soakin' wet with a 9 to your face.
in any case, hit the brakes, you're doing too much,
my heart's blacker than the grip in the Grip that i clutch.
who wants what? it goes down, right here in your town,
i swear to god i'm not laughing, with a permanent frown.
don't make a sound, i spit rounds, leave your dick in the dirt,
shotgun, with the shotgun aimed at your heart.
it gets worse, i been cursed, smash your life like a verse,
we blast, ski mask, when we touchin' the turf.
nobody came to talk, ain't nobody playin' games,
kickin' everybody's ass, cross out everybody's name.
fucken lame that's how it goes, fuck wax and fuck shows,
fuck the track, fuck the mic', fuck hoes and fuck foes!
do yourself a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself,
i'm sellin' drugs to my label and my neighbors for wealth,
without help.
[chorus]
not taking shit from anybody, leavin' spouses in tears,
you'll get mangled if we tangle, i'll be poundin' the beer.
3 cheers, who got next? let's go, you get stomped,
anytime, any place, any weapon that you want.
hold your tongue son, you slip, you get fucked,
at your show in the parking lot fightin', won't take long.
leave your whole gash flappin', know why it has happened,
i love to watch you fall like Freeman loves watchin' Patton.
what the fuck? i rather die then live to please you,
keepin' company with thugs and drugs and heat too.
speed bump, head slice, we ain't travelin' light,
as i hit the dipstick bring a tear to my eye.
i stay high, do or die, finding peace with myself,
you live a lie, run and hide, die with everyone else.
fuck the world, kill 'em all, and this you can trust,
cause muthafuckas hit the dirt when muthafuckas hit the dust.
[chorus]
the transplants - american guns
[Chorus]
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
30 ought, buck shot,
12 gauge, is sure shot,
American guns, American guns
[Tim]
Well, drop more, two million tons,
Ho Chi Minh's trail was sprayed with bombs,
Jungles of Laos, knew all along,
That the American war would finally come,
America, land of the free,
Provayer and leaders of democracy,
Debauchery, luxury,
Back in Illinois, alright to be.
[Chorus]
[Rob]
Nah, I wont listen because I've only been lied to,
I got a few common enemies and still I despise you,
It's a cold mission, they pull up beside you,
In your own territory, and leave something inside you,
A wise man once told me: "People are strange",
I'm a stranger in a strange land, strange as the days
Yeah I'm nice with the grouping, I stay at the range,
38 to the 40 cal, A to the K
[Chorus]
the transplants - apocalypse now
I'm gonna be straight with you
this is the end of the world
You either wake up or you don't
Apocalypse Now
[Chorus]
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Now!
[Tim]
Air Force Bomber, come with the quickness
Chemical Warfare, a bucket of Sickness
Annihilation, written thesis
Bomb and Leashes, Shrapnel pieces
Political Dynasty, vigorous lies
Multi-dead, on the rise
Realize - the Demise
It's all over, No surprise
[Chorus]
[Rob]
Chilling with pipe bombs, fatherless sons
Ain't no saving private Ryan but I've taken his guns
cause there's a war outside and it's far from being done
I only speak for myself I know I'm not the only one
fuckers got us with the planes set us back on 911
families endure the pain got a twisted view of heaven
Need a rabbi or a Reverand I just follow the ghost
I keep an extra 4 pounds right up under my coat
[Chorus]
[Tim]
Cruise missiles are soaring
Helicopters are whirling
crusty cops are firing
Bomb shelters are siren
Soldiers are crawling
Politicians stalling
Insurgens prawling
Casualties are rising
[Rob]
Life is a nightmare, I'm dreaming of death
Nothing else is promised, no, I won't hold my breath
Still talking to death, still choking the rest
Don't know when no one can be trusted only once for the left
Stepping out I'm in the dark. You wanna keep me in the cold
Ripping out ain't that your heart I'm-a causing to explode
Cause you're screwin' money, law, mother fucker '95
You don't know me keep on moving, I'm just trying to stay alive
[Chorus]
the transplants - california babylon
Watch me
Waitress out dressed like nurses in bondage
Brought me the check, said i want you to sign this
Union boy standing next to the rastas
There's gonna be a strike and you ain't gonna stop us
Three men standing and they love what they do
You won't see it coming, cause they wanna surprise you
Consider it done, they're gonna stand right by you
American punks don't care about you
Hollywood what you gonna do? [x2]
[chorus: 3x]
Don't say that you don't understand
Don't say that you can't comprehend
Don't say that you don't understand,
This is california babylon, my man
You can take away the nights with sights with bright lights
Seeks still ride, engage in street fights
Two to the head, pull around, he's dead
Suspect fled, caught up with bloodshed
No sign of hope, we fight and sling dope
Junkies to our left, no fix, they can't cope
Violence won't cease, hand me the crow piece
No peace or sleep, we fight with police
This is the city that'll make all your dreams come true
So pay attention
[chorus 2x]
At last she had arrived, we turned in exhausted
Cocaine in her pocket, she can get busted
Once again she passes, now she's gone
Now she's with her friend, her beautiful young
She showed up on the scene, she was 17
Now she's 21, she does some more coke,
She does some more coke
She drinks some whiskey and she smokes some dope
She thinks she's a star [x4]
Do you know who you are? [x4]
[chorus 5x]
the transplants - crash and burn
[Chorus x2:]
Crash and burn crash and burn crash and burn tonight
We're gonna keep on partyin till the wake of daylight
[Tim]
Rosy is a Puerto Rican porn star; that girl knows how to get
down
Making money, making movies, lying always on tour, took off her
clothes on the ground
Then one said: "Wake up Tim, its midnight, its a city out there
to go for a ride"
Like two vampires, we ride through the cities, we sleep as dogs
backside
I don't give a fuck, never did never would, never could back
down, not one time
So I'm gonna keep, making music, making records, keep telling
people what's on my mind
I'm the same kid that I ever was even though I have platinum
plaques on my walls
And I dress in black and it's a fact I don't give a goddamn at
all
[Chorus]
[Rob]
I think back to better days, took a license to ill
Before i ever held someone fell in love with the bills
Back before I had to ride and go hunt for a kill
Way before I tried to rhyme and go hunt for a kill
Its real survives with guns playin only from the shoulders
Wrong way down a one way still avoid the rollers
Still i beat a motherfucker like its going outta style
Tried to cheat me outta my cash so i beat it out his child
Im wild, my pupild diliated same as my people
Im the only ? ...church steeples
Speak evil to the world teach all the boys and girls
That they cant trust no one, show them what you heard
Cause I mind my own business and I do my own dirt
And i make my own money cause I got my own work
I sware somebody better send a ceast and desist
Before i squeeze it with my fist and they cease to exist
[Chorus]
[Guest]
A party was bash for how long it was lasted
Some turn cash like hash to ashes
some dash hot slugs run the fastest
Who we fought to eat, unless we fasting
But thugs are not like most actors casted
Thugs might blast and smash your casket
America's worst fear, white, brown and black kids, together
fed up, strapped up to tatted
bald heads, jerry curls, classic perms, .......
toast to a new day having its turn
tequila, the bottle is like a bath for worms
the paranoid, that's way past concerned
i hope the country and the world get past this term
this is show and tell, so the class will learn
party go until the cops come and crash and burn
[Chorus]
the transplants - dj dj
Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said
Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead
I exercise my lyrical stylings
And all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten
I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you?
No, aw, the story's sorry but true
Lord, did you really want them to go?
No, oh you're so goddamn cold
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
(watch me now)
You got your ear to the street, then this bud's for you
You got my name in your mouth, then this slug's for you
Shotgun, Fast Lane, on the Highway to Hell
Germ sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells
Just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back and laugh
I'ma grab something, I'ma gettin' that half
We came too far now, nowhere we can flop
Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I'ma stop
We got 808 subwoofers in the trunk
Around the world with the Rancid Punx
This is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts
Fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts
Ride's gettin' rough, so I know I better buckle
P U N X tattooed on my knuckles
Hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
(watch me now)
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
I heard you're losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine
But I still stay focused through good and bad times
Compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night
I bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight
From loss of loved ones to life of drug funds
They counted me out, from what? I'm not done
Give me a chance to shine and I'ma blind the world
Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
(watch me now)
the transplants - dream
I keep it underground, like showbiz and a.g
like macro, cut you like Kid Capri
they call me Diablo let the gun smoke
like Rakim say, kid I ain't no joke
I think when I'm not city scapin this
If it's a law kid, we be breakin' it
2001 we makin hits
so one for the treble
two for the bass
three for the nights that puts a lump in your face
the streets might said I could never do
catchin motherfucking bullets for the crew
I ride for my niggas
die for my niggas
Catch, abide, and get high on my niggas
the bitch back breaker rappin decapitant
diablo, eagles, MC, eliminate
what up playa? MC, Slayer
kill you in your dreams, muffle your screams
put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend
reppin three letter which are D.M.S
spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest
It's Mr. hard to get along with
you wanna write a song with
any given time you can catch me with a bomb bitch
think you catch me slippin?
I think you better stop bitch
I'll slip like Sugar Shane and leave your motherfuckin wig split
step back before you get smacked, no runnin' from it
you too, I'll take you to school, you ain't above it
I stay raw, hardcore, have you screamin "no more"?
bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours
Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King
Gino
you can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-ass stripper tied
to my bed-post
lookin' like Alicia Keys on her knees, lickin' the bag, just for
a freeze
ya know it's me baby caught you scrapping like it's nessesar
Drinking, grab the coke, at the end of the bar
we thug-killers, Ice Grill-as, who already out like a pack of
gorillas
you and your man get the fam, must be jokin'
must be the dust you be smokin'
Call you straight up Cho Cha I gon ta heavy metal smoke-ya
stomp your ass like a roach-a
playing like ya moms, hit ya with the chancleta, Repa!
Leading your man down to the coffin
trapped in a dazzel like Christopher Walken
now look who's talkin', set me off
They're dumb like a fuck with a cool-aid smile danny diablo 'k,
the devil's child
LA (rockin')
The Queens (keep rockin')
Transplants (rockin')
Diablo (keep rockin')
[x4]
Drugs rule everything around me,
fiend
get the powder,
drink another beer ya'll
[x8]
the transplants - diamonds
Bombs going off in Sierra Leone
Taken more shots than Karl Malone
Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
Who gonna mine them, when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's mamasan
Lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?
Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind
I shot in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks
Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in
I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, heart is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out
Yo, representin O-town
2002 baby transplants
1, hahaha...
the transplants - diamonds and guns
[uhuuuu]
[uhuuuu]
[uhuuuu]
Taken more shots than Carl Malone
Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
Who gonna find them when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns
[chorus:]
it's a wicked world that we live in it's cruel
and unforgiving
it's a wicked world that we live in it's cruel
and unforgiving
[uhuuuu]
[uhuuuu]
[uhuuuu]
Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Momma, son
Lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?
Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind
I shot in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks
Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in
[uhuuuu]
[uhuuuu]
[uhuuuu]
I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, heart is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm crazy Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out
[chorus]
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[chorus]
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[uhuuuu]
the transplants - doomsday
I took the stove jack off my smoke
I leaned back and I count my coke
I got approached by a city bloke
He talked bad but uh, he was broke
I was born in a shadowy world
Wasteland, mean and hard boiled
With Tragedies and Turmoil
Disenfranchised and disembroiled
Lost class in all 5 places
I don't care what colour your face is
One day you're gonna lose all traces
And war shit on all men and races
In the city of down and out
Money's always gonna equal clouds
And you're gonna have to scream and shout
Through the city of down and out
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Give me mine give me all that you've got
Take off your shoes and fork over the pot
I like your chain and I needn't a watch
And your girl looks good, she could travel the block
It's all here if you're looking to score
I'm downtown San Pedro at four
Everything from the stem to the door
Then we hang 'em all high for a few dollars more
I said I won't but I bet that I will
So ? your clothes, I suggest that you chill
They all talk about keeping it real
But the second that it pop up let your homeboy squeel
Let it go you ain't ready for drama
Get you sore for trying to wreck my new karma
Ain't cause I want to, it's just that I've gotta
You know conscience is a motherfucker lock up your daughter
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
And the television's spewing hate
Talking bout the rise of crime ratings
Heard the broke state gonna say it
It's all sinking now and we're way too late
You let this wash it clean
In the heart of Washington
And if he's looking in
What's he gonna do about our machine
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgement day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us to pay
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
the transplants - down in oakland
Down in Oakland
I'm gonna find them
I'm gonna get them
I'll go rewind them
You can not hide them
I will go find them
Oh down in Oakland
It's such a sinner
With a hard boy drunken Ballentine
He's got 7 teeth left in his head, yea
He works at dark's in the day
At night he walks with the dead
And this lady come over to him
She want us take him for a ride
She said, "This dirty old town got no place a hide"
Time going away in town
And you got nowhere to go
Oh you can not move around
When your stuck in a blizzard snow
You wear your royals and eights
And you choose what's gonna be a sight
She said, "This dirty old town got no place a hide"
Down in Oakland
I'm gonna find them
I'm gonna get them
I'll go rewind them
You can not hide them
I will go find them
Oh down in Oakland
It's such a sinner
"Hey, where am I?"
Down in Oakland
I'm gonna find them
I'm gonna get them
I'll go rewind them
You can not hide them
I will go find them
Oh down in Oakland
It's such a sinner
the transplants - gangsters and thugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell
drugs
You stand by me
I stand by you
If there is a fight I'm the one to come to
Good and bad, times we've been through
You got my back and I got yours too
All of my life you are in my crew
I'd do anything for you
Beat someone black and blue
Black and blue I would do it for you
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Try to tell 'em leave us alone
Still ridin' with them fellas down that unknown road
No tellin', I told 'em before
Wouldn't listenin'
No more bitchin'
Leave 'em all on the floor
I know
This labels money
they take 'till it hurts
That's why I still got that nina, and I still got that work
Tomorrow ain't promised
I'll smoke it today
the zone will run you five
And I'll be on my way
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
It's official, I'm destined to fail
And I ain't tryin' to catch no case
I got no money for bail
I'm hurt, up in the E.R. before New Year's Eve
Said there's nothing we can do so we suggest that you leave
30G's, no insurance, they don't give a damn
That's a brick, and I'm a scale, break it down into grams
They say you can't win for losing, I swear it's the truth
Same shit, different day, man I swear what's the use
It got us paid with good intentions
I got dirty with two prostentions
I make a living ain't got no pension
For transcriptions for my life on tension
The world is mine, no limit I can do it
Every drama in life I've been through it
Even if I had it good and I blew it
Regret nothin' I move on and say fuck it
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
the transplants - hit the fence
Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move, remove your torso
Guns blow back from the track, now the bloods roll
Unslow 24/7 now the funds flow
Anybody gets in my way I let their guts show
Sick farms ain?t doing shit without the big bucks
Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you?re lame ducks
Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gags bust
Come on man I don?t give a fuck, who wanna test nuts
Scrapping, let?s go toe to toe, I start the capping
Shirt stamping, like ???, nines are clapping
Who?s that then, who wanna be next, I make your back bend
Push comes to shove, no love, I make it happen
There?s gotta be more to life than just this
Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss
You say it gets better, well fuck that
You walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped
You never pay for rent off of cocaine and weed
Man I dance with the devil but I never get to leave
Don?t get me wrong, if I could I?d make a change
Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange
They say the grass is greener on the other side shit
But the fence is in the way now and I ain?t buyin? it
I made a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
Even when I?m dead and gone, I?ll always be around
I?ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was lynch
In the game right now, well you fuckers ride the bench
Skinhead Rob riding by, motherfuckers hit the fence
the transplants - i want it all
I want it all
I want it all
Some come hoping to bleed it
Some look up but don't see it
Some are stand up and some seated
Some will take and some leave it
If you're talking shit you're gonna get it
I ain't the one to regret it
I said what i said so believe it
You were a hommie kid, now you're conceited
I should have known all along
Fuck 'em
So what, I got a little wet
More than just a little bit
Lost at the pharmacy
Heavy into Riddelin
Found the ladies, love the bills
Give them to 'em, skip the mills
Honor codes of Cedar Hills
Do the math and flex the deals
Its there for the taking I'll go out myself
Or else I'll be forever waiting after somebody else
You've seen me get mine so why should I pay?
I'd rather rob the dope spots and take their profits away
I want it all
I want it all
I always confront the approachin'
Previous experience is like I get a notion
And I imagine the impendin'
Its me walking away and its your life endin'
When the crew is fallin'
And you sit by the phone all alone no one callin',
no longer sprawlin', no one trawlin', beaten up, broken down and
apawlin'.
And you wanted it all
But you end up with nothin'
Ain't that somethin'
I want it all
I want it all
the transplants - killafornia
[Chorus]
This is killafornia home of the killas
killafornia home of the killas
smoke clears only one winner
killafornia home of the killas
So many dreams that I'm chasing,
so many fuckers are hating
Somebody show me you hate me,
show me your dog cause I'm waiting
throw me a bowl I'll be bakin'
only so much that I'm takin'
Handing your privates to Lincoln,
misunderstood and complacent
You wanna stand for what medal,
that ain't no medal of honor
You want to strike like a general,
but you end up a goner,
bringing a donor to ???
It's only fair that I warn ya
that I'm a killa from California,
waiting for action and drama
If you want it we got it,
from prostitution to narcotics
Have you empty your pockets,
I'm fucking pro with the product
there ain't no way you can stop it
I just suggest that you drop it
these fuckers making me cock it
cause they mistakingly mock it
I leave em' blazed and baffled
Like when they cut me with scalpels
never trying to be grappled
that's why i aim for the apple
from the hood to the castle
I'm still considered an asshole
grand prize of the raffle
napalm and shrapnel
[Chorus]
got the dreamers and schemers
And the ballas with Beamers
so many leeches beneath us
and they wishing they heed us
You'll Salute like a fetus
you can never defeat us
bring all your heaters to heat us
when you attempt to defeat us
you be try to imagine what happens
when you impart with some garbage
everything in life is so tragic
no matter who is the hardest
no matter who your god is
I'm telling you fuckers regardless
Don?t even get me started
I can be so retarded
It's like a blessing from satan
the world is mine for the taking
bent over model of makin'
and yet still I'm a shake 'em
we take the name that we breakin'
any rules that you makin'
Ain't nothing pertaining
I turn a pig into bacon
I'll save my aim for the fuzz
And always make with the glove
down to spray up the club
and let 'em say who it was
bitch i'm a failure at love
unless you cater to thugs
you can mess me with hugs
I'll fuckin' kiss you with slugs
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