| I can run into a brickwall and burst that shit open
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| The brickwall exploding, I’m smoking
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| I could start choking myself and not croak then
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| I once had an overdose coke, I’m still rolling
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| Losing my shit
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| We boozed, now we cruising, the crew’s in a whip
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| And we jumped the first dude on some lucifer shit (so what he did)
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| So he tried to use a crucifix, I stripped his flesh, abused his bitch (Ohh)
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| The bitch had beautiful tits
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| I slit that wrist then passed her to Skits (Hello)
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| See we way passed packing a clip
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| I’m a passionate dick, start stabbing your clit
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| A motherfucking hazardous prick
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| And I laugh like the pastor harrasing them kids
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| See we back in the bussines
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| So bad its balistic
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| Your limbs and your back look badly constricted!
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| Kick, Punch, Rip, Stab!
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| Grip, crush, Hit, Grab!
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| Bloodrush, limbs crack!
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| Thats a Brutality!
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| Grip, crush, hit, grab!
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| Kick, punch, rip, stab!
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| Cut guts, chin smashed!
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| Thats a Brutality…
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| Step in to the cage and test my warrior mentality
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| No casualties multiple fatalities
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| I’m battling myself multiple personalities
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| If you in the way it’s just a minor technicality
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| Fuck ya nationality, you lack originality
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| No eventualities your end is a certainly
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| Killing my specialty, your not special see
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| These grimey inner city folks yeah we got the recipe
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| See us as an enemy we’ll slaughter your family
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| I never even heard of human rights and humanity
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| Plan moves tactically, do the job happily
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| It’s another tragedy that happened randomly
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| You want a quick death?
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| Jump off the balcony
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| My twisted fantasy causes agony
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| This killer instinct it comes naturally
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| Now come and step up and then witness brutality
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| Beavis Butts heads with a metal skull
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| I got claws, no hands each finger is a tentacle
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| My weapon is a wrecking ball
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| The way enemy’s splatter is a spectacle
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| With the rats I crawl as I tag the wall
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| Guess I’m gonna win the tournament after all…
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| Above a spike pit we stand on polls
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| A sucka might slip and his ass will fall
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| (Now…) Some call me a cannibal
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| Guess the jokes on you, but it sure ain’t practical
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| My warfare is tactical
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| I reach through ya chest with a force that grabs your soul
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| I stare at a massive hole
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| As you collapse to the floor like a rag doll
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| My eye’s melt your remains with a laser beam!
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| As I look up at the sky in a rage I scream:
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| Brutality! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brutality , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Evil, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп