| Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit
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| But everytime I come around it’s like you seem to forget
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| Shut your mouth you little ho before I scalp your lip
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| In other words you’ll be a dead little punk ass bitch
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| I won’t forget you every time I’m pissing over your grave
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| Or when I’m slanging payote in hoods that you once claimed
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| Learn about the tribe you’re dissing cause we all ain’t the same
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| Tomahawk steady swinging as I’m dancing for rain
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| So come and play with me, at least until the sky turns grey
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| Shooting off my arrows like AK’s
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| Amazing situations, four colors of man, represent the wicked nations
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| Underground street level, running this course
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| Keeping you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch
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| So come and hang with me, unless you blaming me
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| Because the native hydro keeps changing me
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| Come and play with me (even if it means your death)
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| Though you hated me (my tomahawk swings right to left)
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| You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath)
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| Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest)
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| Warriors, come out and play
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| Roaches I spray, I’m ABK
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| I’d rather be dead than fade away
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| All my life I been a scrub, I wouldn’t change a day
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| What I’m saying quit playing I’m a tell you how it’s slaying
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| See me in the streets psychopathic chain just swaying
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| Anybody Killa so it ain’t no delaying
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| Dead body six feet in the groud decaying
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| When I come I’ll rub the serial numbers from my gun out
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| The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out
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| Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out
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| An keep us in the clip until every last run out
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| Erasing all the drama that this world brings
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| Moon light shine bright on shattered dreams
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| Keep away from a killer with a god damn fiend
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| Get your own fucking bullshit scheme
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| Twiztid Madrox and the ABK
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| Buying automatic weapons from renegades in Bombei
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| Fuck Alize and a fake ass bitch
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| We the sharks in the water, y’all popcorn shrimps
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| So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass
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| Throwing east in the air when we walk past think fast
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| You can be a hater with a lot to say
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| But you’re talking from the door so come out and play
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| Come and play with me (even if it means your death)
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| Though you hated me (my butcher knife swings right to left)
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| You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath)
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| Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest)
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| These hatchet men up on our chests (until fade out) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come out to Play , by - Anybody Killa. Song from the album The Perfection Collection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп