| Jab 'em
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| Kill 'em
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| Stab 'em
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| Someone fronts, I’m quick to check 'em
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| Like I’m crackin bricks when I’m wreckin
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| Flurries of punches, six per second, kicks like Beckham
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| I’m a gifted individual, you riff and I’ll split your skull
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| Like it’s nothing, I’m indifferent like a pitbull to beef and brawls
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| Ain’t difficult to lift you off your pivotal position
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| Leave you stiff in a hole, then spark the piff in a bowl
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| Use a Bowie knife to kill fags like David Bowie
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| Enslavin Zo Kravitz and make her blow me in a lavatory
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| Heaven or the devil, sever you with a shovel lever
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| Stop you from doin anything you ever endeavor again forever
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| Pull no punches, my punches’ll pull you to the ground
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| Like a full set of lunges
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| Get the guns and plunge bullets into your crown
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| Like one of the founders of Grunge
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| He ate a shotgun round and was found hunched, out to lunch
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| Never trust it, the American legal system sucks
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| I’ll find justice when my Desert Eagle biscuit bucks
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| Fellas are sloppy, Mack G Rap, the black El Mariachi
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| The black (?) hot bitch, bad foxy
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| The tat Bella Mafi', Mac shells in the lobby
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| Drug dealer shootouts, dime divas screwed out
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| My nine squeezers move out, the hairpin trigger type
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| Rich goons light up a dark room with icicle light
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| Both wrists lit up like Lite-Brite, rollin triple dice
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| Palms with callused skin
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| One in the head for this Wonder Bread
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| From Wonderland, same place that Alice in
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| Style of the wildest men, loaded gats make 'em Kojaks
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| Silly Mac millie, Telly Savalas-in men
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| Fingernail file in your brim, we let the malice begin
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| We holdin trial in the trenches, Cannonball calibers spin
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| Necro, you follow?, KGR, the skets blow the hollows
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| All the pretty women can blow and swallow
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| Far from your role model, crooks roll with the same role as Rollo
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| Plaid apparel, double barrels to follow
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| Hey, the 45 Colt chew 'em like horse hay
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| Saw a play, the way I sent Bullets Over his Broad’s way
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| Bag of plastic, I pull it over your dork face
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| We pop slugs in your cranium
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| G Rap, Necro, Godfathers shit
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| Grill 'em
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| Jab 'em
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| Kill 'em
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| Stab 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Medicine , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп