| You looking for trouble?
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| You found it, I’m right here
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| Resevoir Dog nigga, cut off your right ear
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| Blaq Poet dope kid, you already know that
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| I’ll cut you, head butt you
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| Can’t fuck with this throwback
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| Lyrics too hard like motherfucking granite
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| Or gran-ITE feels like I’m not from this planet
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| Or maybe it’s the Henny in me, I don’t understand it
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| Fuck trying to figure it out I just slam it
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| Something’s cooking, yo, who’s looking for war
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| Who’s looking for a broke jaw get laid on the floor
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| Straight warrior, battle with the warriors
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| Fuck what happened and fuck what the story is
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| If you really want it all you gotta do is test this
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| I’m reckless, you must have a motherfucking death wish
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| I pledge allegiance to destruction, I’m tyrannical
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| I am the apex, top tier animal
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| King of the jungle, I was meant to be royal
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| I’m from a broken home, I was raised on enemy soil
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| Big Chino goes hard in the paint
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| Getting love out in Boston like I’m a Boondock Saint
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| Wait, you think that I’m done when I ain’t
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| I speak with a tongue full of hate
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| When I’m irate I pray for the lungs of Big Punisher the great
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| Give you an ass-whipping that’s really just over fifteen minutes
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| The amount of hits that you will take to the face will be in triple digits
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| You looking for trouble? |
| Come get it and get an eye missing
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| Every verse that I spitted is a special limited edition
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| My words and spiritual worlds a perfect marriage
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| Bringing you that scary footage without them stupid shaking cameras
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| Paranormal Activity raw with the depths of my depravity
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| These visions in my head got me walking the edge of insanity
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| I’m the nightmare that will easily wake up Tim Burton beastily
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| Never peacefully, there’s curtains a surgeon carving you up evenly
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| The uncooked flesh that I eat wears prepared in demonic boil
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| Bile encapsulated in vials and mixed with cemetery soil
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| For artists with no need for Thesaurus to bring verbal horrors
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| And for the end I’m leaving you skinned like that movie Martyrs
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| It’s proven of all rulers I’m the most ghoulish
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| Fuck who you and your crew is
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| I’ll catch you on your cruise ship and decapitate you
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| And I’m using your skull as congas
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| My movement is an animal unleashed
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| When I preach my creature speech
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| It’s utter madness, like cow disease
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| My haters can’t excel our tasers in hell
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| I’m sicker than a schizophrenic hermaphrodite raping itself
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| Fuck out of here
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| You looking for trouble? |
| You found it, I’m right here
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| I rip the track in fucking half, you just a slight tear
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| I run with rowdy motherfuckers who don’t fight fair
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| Right there, stomp his fucking head in with the Nike Airs
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| I’m colder than polar motherfucker, the white bear
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| I’m from Philly it ain’t that motherfucking nice here
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| The manifestation of holiness is right here
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| My fascination with loneliness in the night air
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| I think it’s common knowledge, you don’t wanna fuck with me
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| If I’m your bunkie, you wouldn’t wanna be stuck with me
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| Pussy boy soaking wet like a buck fifty
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| John Rambo, take his fucking guts with me
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| Just waiting until this Goose and this fucking dust hits me
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| You ain’t Aaron Fuchs, you ain’t from a tough city
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| I was Killadelph, brothers Puff 'nough izzy
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| I throw a left right leave a sucker duck dizzy, stupid |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Looking for Trouble, artist - Blaq Poet. Album song Looking for Trouble, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп