| Look
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| Empty out the Kel-Tec
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| Til ain’t a shell left
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| Bullets burn
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| I can smell flesh
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| I can smell death
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| I inhale the last L right on hell’s steps
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| Devil’s Reject, Fuck you expect?
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| Listen
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| I got too many guns, and not enough drama
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| So I’m broad day in the hood, popping the llama (Let's go)
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| Get the blocks from papi
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| Then I holler hasta mañana (Papi)
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| Eating pasta like a mobster, silk Prada pajamas
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| I’ve got to be out of my fucking mind
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| I’ll have B-Wiz sniff another fucking line
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| And break your fucking spine
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| I’m back around
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| Graduated from the school of Hard Knocks
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| And got a brick and a pistol
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| Instead of a cap and gown
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| A couple choppa shots will back them down
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| Waving the K like
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| «Look at me. |
| I am the Captain now."(Laughter)
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| Thought you had racks homie, what happened now? |
| (Damn)
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| You take a loss and have more excuses than Pacquiao (Haaaa)
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| Ask around, you fuck niggas I smack around
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| My Don C Bulls jacket smell like a pack of loud. |
| (You smell it)
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| My bitch double C, it’s Chanel bagging now
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| Giuseppe on her feet, I-8 Beemers, she swagging now
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| 100 bags a week, that’s on average now
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| Sending cookies from Cali
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| I’m waiting on a package now
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| I only came to snatch the crown from whoever has it
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| I don’t fuck with these faggot niggas that’s rapping now
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| Jump out of the coupe with something to shoot inside
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| So run up on me, you’re committing suicide
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| I built a reputation niggas can’t scrutinize
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| APCs, shattered back boards, hoodies Superdry
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| Medusa on the buckle
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| Gator on the brim
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| I pull up on your corner, shit’s spraying from a Benz
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| It’s funny how you only feel betrayal from a friend
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| It’s never the enemy, they hate you from within
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| This for them niggas that play with the razors in the pen
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| My bars sharp, I write with razors in my pen
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| My little bro will put the gauge up to your chin
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| He gon' wait till I say when
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| But his patience’s running thin
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| Look
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| I am the illest, I am the realest
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| I ain’t a rapper. |
| I am a killer
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| I am a menace
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| Listen
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| I have completed what you’re trying to finish
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| I’m aiming at your cap
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| Trying to peel it, it’s the machine bitch… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1000 Corpses , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album Reject 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп