| The right deadly, trust me
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| You don’t want it with the left hand
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| The chopper always by my fucking side like it’s my best man
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| Scared and nauseated cause he never saw a dead man
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| Shitting on hisself this motherfucker need a bedpan
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| Dare iz a dark side? |
| Reggie Noble, Redman
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| Stove pipe fully automatic but the deck jam?
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| Taylor Rock told me it was yours and made a def jam
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| He ain’t see a winner in forever like a meth fan?
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| ??? |
| tinted out maxima
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| The knife is sharp I stick it in his body like a catheter
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| Me and you is like a dumpy version shark
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| You shouldn’t come to Philly cause it’s ugly and it’s dark
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| These dummies is my sons I send 'em to bed hungry
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| I pack a shotty and stack the bodies like Ted Bundy
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| Flesh of my flesh blood of my blood is higher than astronaut
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| This dummy like to laugh a lot I pop him at the traffic stop
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| Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hahhh
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| (Ha, Yeah! We laughing at you!)
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| Bitch! |
| We just (laughing at you)
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| You can hear it on the block when they ask if ya hot
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| Ok, Everyone together now
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| Nahhhhh
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| Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hahhh
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| Look! |
| Nigga we (laughing at you)
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| We ain’t taking ya serious, bitch!
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| We just (laughing at you!)
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| You can say what you want, but the fact still remains
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| Real niggas ain’t fucking with (y'all)
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| The doc said I need meds for my psychosis
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| But I killed his ass because he refused to prescribe doses
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| The day Pandora’s box got pried open
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| They ain’t find shit inside but my red eyes glowing
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| I’m the real devil and y’all nigga’s rejects
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| I keep dead bodies hanging from chains like a swingset
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| I just bought some new shoes to match your TNT vest
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| I press the fucking button now you extinct with the T-Rex
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| Me and Nelson Mandela are polar opposites
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| Fuck peace, fuck you and fuck the whole continent
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| I grab a politician by his throat, take his oxygen
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| And choke-slam him from the top of the Washington monument
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| The head of my sledgehammer is gold
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| I tie a motherfucker down then I shatter his skull
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| His gray matter splattered my clothes
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| And as soon as he dies I grab a jar and capture his soul, nigga!
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| Yo I’m kind of intimidated
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| Cause G-Mo Skee and Vinnie in beast-mode it
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| Rap’s an art form and so full of ego
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| I gotta deliver or Vinnie’s gonna think I’m feeble
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| And G-Mo might have my say nigga pass repo?
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| I’m on the chorus already they’ve heard my voice now
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| And Magic Ninja entertainment plays to such a large crowd
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| I can’t fuck this up! |
| What am I gonna do?!
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| (Man, shut the fuck up and rip that shit)
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| Alright cool, nigga
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| Each one of my balls is bigger than Bane’s deltoids
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| Sometimes I catch 'em sneaking off to health clubs to sell 'roids
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| It’s getting troublesome it’s like they got their own agenda
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| (I caught 'em hooking up with lady nutsacks on scrotum Tindr)
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| (what the fuck?)
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| The shit’s embarrassing, it’s frustrating, I’m over it
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| No matter what I do they just keep on growing and growing
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| To the point that they’re like two mountains with snow on 'em
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| Sometimes I wake up to a little dutchman on top of one of 'em yodeling (what
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| the fuck?)
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| It’s so ridiculous they always get me into shit
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| And I gotta do damage control and clean up all of their messes
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| I wind up looking like a bitch and shit, I’m sick of it
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| I’m sitting here up in the studio with a predicament
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| My balls are all in my way I can’t even reach the board to mix this shit!
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| (what the FUCK?!)
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| You know what it’s like living with all that?!
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| The handicap sign isn’t a guy in a wheelchair
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| It’s me sitting on my ball sack! |
| (wtf?!)
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| So fall back! |
| Before authorities find you at the end of a giant trail of ball
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| tracks
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| With your jaw cracked, while I’m laughing at you!
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| Why… why, Filthy Wonka? |
| What the fuck is wrong with you? |
| Did no one love you
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| as a child? |
| You just made me kill someone, I… what is wrong with this place?
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| Why have you created this? |
| What happened to you?
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| Wait… let me ask you a question. |
| Why yo ass still alive? |
| *Gunshot*
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| Shit!
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| Now let me answer this nigga’s question for y’all
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| I hate every motherfucking thing
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| I’m mad every day
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| I eat my dinner mad
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| I kneel down in front of my bed I say mad prayers
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| I go to sleep mad
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| Nigga I have mad dreams
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| I count mad sheep
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| And when I wake up in the morning…
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| You guessed it
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| I wake up mad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Laughin at You , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album Chaly & The Filth Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп