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