| I am Crip or Blood, I’m a contradiction right?
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| I’m a blood cousin, I’m super Kryptonite
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| Listen, I switch it, I let the punishment fit the crime like
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| I blew this bitch mind, left cause she ain’t blew my mind right
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| The COB Don Dada, it’s not one hotter
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| I get mo', nigga’s torch it like I’m Guantana'
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| I’m Pac and BIG Poppa cause I pack a big poppa
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| Shotgun drop ya', Nirvana your momma’s Oblongata
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| It never occured to ya', even bitches get murked
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| And it’s even worse when it’s 1st degree leaving them 3rd degree burn on her
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| Next I’m raping her corpse after I murder her
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| Necrophilia bitch, you fucking with a murderer
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| I’m dicking 2 sluts, cause I’m giving 2 fucks
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| Who but the Shoes, we wrecks, the new Chucks
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| Chew’d up ya' crews, with Techs, we gooned up
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| Cross fire ya' front yard like I’m the Ku Klux
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| Hey yo, my 16s baffle
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| My shit is art, way over your head like the Sistine Chapel
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| Over your head like a hat, I got that Kangol flow
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| I got that go where you can’t go flow
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| The thoughts I formulate is psycho
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| I Norman Bates
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| Can’t wrap your brain around the raps I say
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| Perhaps you may be able to wrap your brain around my full metal jacket
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| Make your brain hug my slugs, give my shots a warm embrace
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| My circle move through the street, kind of like a tire
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| Dressed to kill, wearing steel, kind of like attire
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| I kind of like to tie you up with dynamite
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| Make you spit a rhyme with 1 line like when i ignite the fire
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| I’m a sly conniver, homocide designer, a spitter with cyanide saliva
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| Nigga I’m a rhyme insider
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| I’m a rhyme messiah, give me a mic and nigga I go in
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| I wouldn’t lighten up if I had a vitiligo
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| If I had a heart, it would have to be defrosted
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| If I had a mind, I would give you weak niggas a piece of it but I lost it
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| I’m often on one more than often not, often on so bums approach with caution
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| My tech is destined to clap the chest of a cat
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| Who’s quest is to try to test the best left of the map
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| Take a rope and tie it around the neck of a cat
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| Leave him hanging like rejecting a dap
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| I’m a fucking beast
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| I’ll backhand your granny then uppercut your niece
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| Bust a seed and then go fuck your slut to sleep
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| I’m actually past nasty, mad crafty
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| I spaz on tracks and I’m strapped, I’m clap happy
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| A live wire, choke you out with barbwire
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| A boss, you’ll get laid out not off when I fire
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| This the COB and we warrin'
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| I’ll have you
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| I’m stuck in my ways, I’m hard headed
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| Like I’m finna fuck, freaking a slut is the only time I give a fuck
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| Gripping a snub, squeezing the bust, the only buck I give a slut
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| Sieg is AIDS infested semen, I’m the sickest nut
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| I’m erection hard, I’m like the stinging pain, you guessed it smart???
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| when my session starts
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| Best in my profession, yes I perfected the wrecking art
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| Punch your chest so hard, your posture will look like a question mark
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| My bullets’ll eject and make you step back as if you rejected
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| And send your clique a message like we textin'
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| Cause I don’t think you really know what you up against
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| Like a one night stand, you don’t know who you’re fuckin' with
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| Now your heart’s like a Rolex hands, it ain’t ticking
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| I keep iron on me like I’m on some weight bench shit
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| And I lift it everyday like I’m after great fitness
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| I’m on some other shit, some other shit I raise biscuits
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| Firing Squad! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Firing Squad, artist - Horseshoe Gang. Album song Opening Round, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп