| Aqua bubble, pop the crohn’s
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| My gun, eight kids nigga octomom’s
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| Stop it Sean, I’m a prophet naw
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| I profit off of rap nigga, proper bars P!
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| Disturbing the peace, absurd on the beats
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| I’m the nicest nigga out, dude that’s the word on the street
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| Word to my mother, let me have a word with your mother
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| I beat the breaks off the bitch, tell the truth like sojourner
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| Sean is nothing to play with
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| I play with the eight fuck around get your face-lift
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| Ape shit, banana clips duke
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| Pandramic view on how I ate shit, listen
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| I make hits, you take hits, you fall down
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| I’m great bitch, I shake shit, you all clowns P!
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| Forever repping the new shit
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| I’m old school duke, I will step on your new kicks
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| Yes, no PCP, just me Sean P with the D.O.D
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| We blast em before we ask em the question!
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| The answer, never has to be mentioned!
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| Disaster is our average intention!
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| Cause after us… it’s ash n' dust!
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| Sick flow, Skitzo, Phrenic, Indo, addict
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| Spit slow, Skits tip toes in your attick
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| Give no shit, so watch me do the damage
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| When I vanish, all I leave is ashes
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| I travel to my shows on a black stallion
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| Attaching your skull to my necklace of headless
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| Infected with madness, injected with poison
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| Bane with venom tube plugged to the brain
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| Let it rush thru my vains, I’m way beyond pain
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| Fuck diamonds I got a saw stuck to my chain
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| And I’m moving my middle finger up in the game of rap
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| Everyday there’s a new face to aim it at
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| Take a step thru the quicksand, take a nap
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| When your neck’s in my grip and I make it snap
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| Crack your top like a beer cap
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| When my Glock’s to your temple, I think that it’s clear that…
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| We blast em, before we ask em the question
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| It’s best that I mention my passive aggression
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| Cause I’m back to bust got a massive rush
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| Hazardous as fuck, and I see enough cats to crush
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| I’ll catch a bus put yo ass in cuffs
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| But for the cuffs and the bus I don’t even have cash enough
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| So pass the stuff is it acid or dust
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| A real nasty motherfucker, nigga that’s what’s up
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| And fat ass sluts that got a fuckin' ass to touch
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| I’ll fill those asses up like puttin' gas in trucks
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| I can’t help it I’m selfish I never pass a buck
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| Being me is bad luck, I’m cracked up and mad stuck
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| Like cassius I’ll bash up any punk his ass mush
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| Clashes of the titans and the godz that’s us
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| I’ll stab em up like he crack to cut
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| Cast the guts ya’ll motherfuckers actin' lush
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| I mastered dutch with a passion I’ll be scratching nuts
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| Cause after us there’s no more than ash n' dust |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ash 'n' Dust , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Da Roach, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп