| I’m like Fuck Cocaine You’re all goin' to hell
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| I’m sniffin' powder off a Kurt Cobain shotgun shells
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| Now I’m high off the hatred he probably felt
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| We’re all callin' for peace and still prayin' for help
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| I smell demons in the air when I step out the house
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| I called 'em out and now they’re foamin' at the mouth
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| I said it’s about time you stop killin' all of our brothers
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| You muthafuckas With the poison you and your boys be feedin' to each other
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| Yo. |
| Visit the graveyard day of my death
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| Come back and bury all you muthafuckas who next
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| I got a mad grip on killa shit, Hittin the streets
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| Dead poetry over beats, bangin' freedom and peace. |
| So Peep
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| I know you hate me but my God is stronger
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| Watchin' my enemies burn in the flames of the karma
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| I never represent for demons and I’m killin' the beast
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| I challenge Satan in my sleep but the devil don’t wanna beef
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| No justice, No muthafuckin' peace
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| I be reversin' irreversible speech
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| Now everybody wanna beef but nobody want peace
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| So grap your piece And take a piece out ya jaw gots all ya teeth
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| Bouncin' off the street, I love your tendency to bleed
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| I’m a beast. |
| My hatchet had to handle hella beef
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| My crew will sauce you and the venues in the middle of the streets
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| Please listen to the lesson that I teach
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| Use your fuckin' mind inside all my enemies are fuckin' weak
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| Bonez Dubb:
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| What the fuck you talkin' bout? |
| Why don’t you lay it out?
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| While I pack a fuckin' nine right in the back of your mouth
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| No doubt, the best way to explain how I feel the pain
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| Pull a piece and paint the walls with your brain
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| Maintain a photogenic memory of the past at last
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| I’m gonna get my revenge by the way of the blast
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| In fact, to everyone it’ll be fun and talk that shit
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| I got a hollow-point tip for your whole weak-ass clique
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| Don’t trip. |
| I had to go to war with a judge in a robe
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| 'Cause the old fuck had it out for some rapper named Bonez
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| The last thing he’d expect is B-Dubb in his home
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| And catch an axe right in his back or his bigass dome
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| And to be up on yo head I’m a get that fa sho
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| Somebody want you fuckin' dead love to see you go
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| Kill a cop, kill a judge leavin em gunned and deceased
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| I live my life just smokin herb and bustin shots at police
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| No justice, No muthafuckin' peace
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| I be reversin' irreversible speech
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| Now everybody wanna beef but nobody want peace
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| So grap your piece And take a piece out ya jaw gots all ya teeth
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| Bouncin' off the street, I love your tendency to bleed
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| I’m a beast. |
| My hatchet had to handle hella beef
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| My crew will sauce you and the venues in the middle of the streets
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| Please listen to the lesson that I teach
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| Use your fuckin' mind inside all my enemies are fuckin' weak
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| No Peace!
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| When you’re starvin' and there ain’t nothin' to eat
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| No Peace!
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| When you’re walkin' with no shoes on your feet
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| No Peace!
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| Everybody’s actin' evil to me
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| No Peace!
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| Chop it up and serve it like beef
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| Fuck Peace!
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| I’m brain-dead and I’m losin' control
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| Fuck Peace!
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| Kill the president and dig him a hole
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| Fuck Peace!
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| Make him pay for the planet he stole
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| Fuck Peace!
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| You the muthafuckers that wanted to roll
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| Fuck Peace!
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| I be ' irreversible speech
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| Now everybody wanna beef but nobody want peace
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| So grip your piece And take a piece out ya jaw god’s all ya teeth
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| Bouncin' off the street, I love your tendency to bleed
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| I’m a beast. |
| My hatchet had to handle hella beef
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| My crew will sauce you and the venues in the middle of the streets
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| Please listen to the lesson that I teach
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| Use your fuckin' mind inside all my enemies are fuckin' weak |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peace , by - Axe Murder Boyz. Song from the album God's Hand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп