| Trigga for hire, criminal attire
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| Hoodie with the mask on given em the fire
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| Blood from out the jugular vein, slit it with wire
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| Heat your head like the bitch under the dryer
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| It’s ready aim soon as one of you bitches try us
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| It’s modern day murder, ain’t trigger for hire
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| Fuck Billboard Kid got hits like Shania
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| Buck shots to cell blocks Sphinx you get expired
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| Sharp shooter with a futuristic car computer
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| Catch a goon
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| Barracuda
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| With a biscuit harpoon
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| Then spark Buddah
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| Smart-ass get blown apart fast
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| End up a sarcastic bastard in a casket
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| Your dome in a shopping cart basket
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| Wrap your heart in plastic
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| Clap your retarded spastic
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| Partner blast her Dolly Parton tits
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| I’m cupping to masturbate
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| Your not relevant
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| The elephants in the room
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| I’ll make you look like the elephant man
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| Gelatin
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| Pop your melon militantly
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| Then catch brains from Penelope Cruz
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| Got her galloping on my Calico
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| Phallus all up in these whoores
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| Triple six with the ice-pick
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| Nice with the crime
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| A precise mix of Tyson
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| And Vincent Price in his prime
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| Get diced like bison you’ll see Christ
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| Pale white like mime
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| Iceman with the crossbow of Death!
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| Boy we catch you at the right time
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| Wiser than prime minister Winston Churchill
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| Hurt you like Virgil Earp you’ll burp blood If you chirp
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| Leave you deep purple
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| Trigga for hire, criminal attire
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| Hoodie with the mask on given em the fire
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| Blood from out the jugular vein, slit it with wire
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| Heat your head like the bitch under the dryer
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| It’s ready aim soon as one of you bitches try us
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| It’s modern day murder, ain’t trigger for hire
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| Fuck Billboard Kid got hits like shania
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| Buck shots to cell blocks Sphinx you get expired
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| Spit what bars? |
| Yes par, we bar-spit Escobar
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| Bless yall with extra bars, y’all bars lesser bars
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| Who would invest in yall?
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| Somebody S the chest a yall
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| Must of been Lion King next to Scar
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| My spit game the same level where the wild west sketches are
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| I send theft off at the park from where the sessions are
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| In to them in through there
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| Exit par through his Kevlar
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| Left a mark where he press a star
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| Through the whore from the rear, through her chair
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| To somewhere where the front desk (es) are
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| Through a brick wall
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| Then where the parked Lexus car
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| I wish death to y’all
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| Lay on tar where the sketches are
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| Eyes with the x’s
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| Mark 5 in your precious hearts
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| Rest hard on EMS stretcher carts
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| The rest of y’all should dress in bras
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| That’s your repertoire
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| Walk it up we seek territory where S the czar
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| Represent glory you’re Piss Pooria Estefan
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| I’m hard to Peel
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| Get your flesh a scar
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| Hard as a burnt shish kebab
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| Like Texas bar and barbecue grill
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| Get left with impression marks
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| Rappers are refresheners
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| You get aired out
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| My mob is too real
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| On the ironside
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| My iron on the side
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| Raw like a lion pride
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| Spar with two steels
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| Like Saving Private Ryan
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| Guys if you ain’t Michael Ironside
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| I’m a make ridin hard with two wheels
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| Ya feel |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trigga 4 Hire , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп