| I’m like a Viking in a submarine, or a Spartan with guns and beams
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| Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends
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| I be the cause of this prison riot, sworn to the Israelites
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| Torture you with kitchen knifes, scorch you in a pistol fight
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| I saw prophets tore from the fist of Christ
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| Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right
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| I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak
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| While she sucked her teeth, look into the light, such is life
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| So when I hold the mic frighting day and night
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| Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your
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| face
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| Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days
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| The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade
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| They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise
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| Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze
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| He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze
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| Without any way to get out of this purple haze
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| Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
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| Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith
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| Activate the tape, calculate the weight
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| Single-handed with the cannon in their face
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| Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint
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| Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith
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| Activate the tape, calculate the weight
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| Single-handed with the cannon in their face
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| Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
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| Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
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| But before the CIA come to take us away
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| Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze
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| Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke
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| Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over
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| But before the CIA come to take us away
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| Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze
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| I ate some brownies last week and I’ve been high for days
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| Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray
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| Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth
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| It won’t freeze your nose, the shit’ll set fire to your face
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| We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean
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| I’m the man in all black with the hashisheen
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| So many bags of green candy cars that lean
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| Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene
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| You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it
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| You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it
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| We got the greenery and the heavy machinery
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| And life don’t mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Amputated Saint , by - DJ Muggs. Song from the album Kill Devil Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп