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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Battle Drill Boxcar sessionist black magic is The magnet breakin em down to Micro fragments. I might go dragnet Shoot joe on friday if I miss ill Get your one day wont forget officer Monday Im good with gun play I get Wreck check the boss dont remove Your firing pin punk cause I get Off - comes the safety freak a clip Or get plugged with the four - 5th Off my niggas hip best believe the Triggers gettin gripped we stroll The back doors to the railroad is Where we go when we flow hell Knows And elbows are shot thrown dont Blink An eye gets ruff when I flex the Ingrim chrome dont even try it. Im the arsonist cause Ill burn you With the slug Im funky plus I got Carpet fresh in my rug tug a war and Get dug six feet under floor plans are Banned Combat hand to hand cowards clocks Is gettin cleaned with detergent if You want to freak a funky flow we Can splurge it so Ill perk like an Expert Ill send a flow thatll kill Bet I wont break a sweat in a Battle drill Start ya engines but you look Exhausted like carbon monoxide Im sly Like a foxeye see me Ill jack you For your bundle g Ill be lurking In the rear smirking when youre Crumbling the hobo junctionist Function Is to freak the lyrical smoke a Blunt to the grill till we reach The spiritual world then get wit ya Girl dip her like a tea bag up it Another notch for the flea bag king Queens be freaky fiends dont sleep And Fall think the cocks the bomb but like Tom youll get brokawf sheer energy So u know I be stockin rear entities Eatin linto beans and I do reek when I speak true whos this ya girl nice To freak you let me freak a clip slip One In the chamber click clak thats the Sound of the gat right before the jack Comes true I thought you knew Thats ya cue oh! but youre a hero Muscles kinda swollen but you aint Real you wouldnt strike if we was Bowlin to the left march arch ya Back the impact is fat when I tag a Grill With a battle drill The nomadic attic dweller never On the cheddar cheese grease down The plank yankin mentals clean Slates Are freaked treats for the tricks like A magician doin halftucks genies and Arabians chest be cavin in and I be In the rubbish rubbin this like aladdin Through obstacles my saliva be Liva than stoppin flows in they tracks Cuttin the tape its nutthin to debate Fate tells me this is the last grape To be cracked rippin the plaque Between the gums hums this lift ya Lip a little more to the chefs recipe For flavor they be beggin me to stop The torturing but forth I bring A subconscience which means no conscienceness On this effort no mercy on a groove No Space to move check mate its Reserved For the disinfecting Im projecting Flavor till you choke chalk One add a kill for the battle drills |
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