| Yeah
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| Uh huh
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| Illa
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| Man gotta die, knock the spots off of Spotify
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| Now you’ve been spotted, each verse be sodomized
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| Two goon creeping to black maroon fever
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| Dark sky breather, I’ll bullet wound your Caesar
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| Peter paid Paul, but I shot Paul for Peter
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| I’m not King James or Paul (?) either
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| Whoever want war with rap
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| I’ll have your jaws tapped
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| Try to call Illa Ghee out and get your call back
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| Yeah
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| Get clapped at close range
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| Come in front your king and clothesline your gold chain
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| A lot more guns than Butterballs from Ving Rhames
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| Batman’s (?) and my genius is insane
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| Analyze I infect your inner ear
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| Spit like parole so our souls won’t interfere
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| Step into the pit, I’ll slay
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| Clear out day
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| Automated heroin that spits out gray
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| Pardon my handgun, I’m jumping out of vans
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| Like I’m playing with enemies I lay you where you stand
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| Fucking lames
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| I never played that game
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| If I learned anything its how to aim
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| Speaking of which I’ll give your mind frame something to sniff
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| I was born with a fifth and a couple of clips
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| Triple that, times six, I’m piff, I’m sick
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| I could finger fuck bitches with bullets and chew bricks
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| I’m a mosh pit, black Mossberg under armpit
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| Talk Islamic, razor blades are vomit
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| Black Adonis, backshotting on you Pocahantas
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| In the Bahamas trying to carry back a bunch of llamas
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| Hog tied to an incubus' harddrive
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| Slug pass by like the Pharcyde
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| Do or die
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| Who do you think is gonna win if its you and I?
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| Here’s your coffin, I’m telling you you’re gonna die
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| I’m telling you you’re gonna die
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| Die motherfucker die
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| Die motherfucker die
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| Die motherfucker die |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Razor Blade Vomit, artist - Illa Ghee. Album song Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп