| All hail the golden ax, Excalibur
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| Dollars in the swollen sack, rap Metallica
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| Believe me yo, the Godz is back
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| Throw daggers through your fraudulent facades and acts, marathon tracks
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| Blade Runners, rock Cazal shades all summer
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| Foul ball bunters throw grenades through your Hummer
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| Your foul baby mother grip pipes like a plummer
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| Incredible, her favorite vegetable is cucumbers
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| Black Sabbath, smolderin' pots of black magic
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| Murder tracks savage, none of y’all can’t match it
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| Jason Voorhees sinkin' y’all with the hatchet
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| John Wayne-Max Payne squeezin' the ratchets
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| Squeeze semen in rap chicks, how sleazy is that shit?
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| Greasy as rat shit in a project cabinet
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| Crush faggots in fragments, flip crosses on Catholics (gun fire)
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| While I’m loadin' up illegal automatics, word
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| Arms spread wide like Jesus Christ wingspan
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| Spikes through my pimp hand, sixteen for six grand
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| Triple six, sickle cell, bored of Heaven, sick of Hell
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| Poison reservoirs, spit in foods plus I piss in wells
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| Kiss or tell, fuckin' brag, ain’t no rapper touchin' Chad
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| Highlander shit, broadsword inside my duffel bag
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| Ap is the man bangin' hoes, you’re a fuckin' fag
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| Fruitcake, jerkin' off to muscle men in muscle mags
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| Muzzle on the musket, now I’m dustin' off the Desert Eagle
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| Leaving 'em in fetal positions, stuck with a record needle
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| Need to kneel before the king or wield a sword or shield
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| Or force field a record deal and a skeleton made of steel
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| Cash plus a beat, this is classic as Mass Appeal
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| A mask and a gold grill and a vat is some Massengill
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| I’m mass at the Vatican, a mad man with a MAC-10
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| A notebook and a black pen and throat full of acid phlegm |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Illegal Automatics, artist - Blacastan. Album song The Black Lodge, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп