| You better bite your tongue, cuz if not you’ll fight a gun
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| My raps are street like a bum, I write scum
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| Corner raps, you caught a crack in your skull
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| Tryin' to talk back to the quarterback
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| I call shots, I sold pot to old twats
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| I ran through different blocks like I had no pops
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| I get vexed, attack your headset, kid you’re dead next
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| You ain’t sick, you won’t flip
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| I don’t trip, I don’t get pimped
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| I got ownership of all of my own shit, I’m not homeless
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| Like all you rappers on your label’s dick
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| Ya not controlling your shit like you’re a disabled bitch
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| The Brooklyn hustler with the Psycho-Logical family
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| You disrespect us and we’ll bust shots at you randomly
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| You gotta hand it to me, I made alot happen with nothin
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| At least now I’m clappin for somethin'
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| Bump this, rock this, pump this, obnoxious
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| Brutal slang, psycho shit, toxic in boxes
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| Kid sit back, absorb it, cuz you know this shit be morbid
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| You wanna flip? |
| Go flip pancakes
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| I can’t take cats that front with fake handshakes
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| You’ll need more than a hundred bandaids on your face
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| When you get laced with blades, I can’t wait
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| Your time’s comin, watch it kill you
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| As I kid I fought dirtier than Mildew, and I still do
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| I’m still ill too, like when I was a kid runnin through the PJ’s and I mushed
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| you
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| And I’ll mush you again, you’re soft like a cushion, don’t push me,
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| I butcher men
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| I don’t mean to brag, I sold green in a bag
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| To fat pigs and old men who need it bad
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| And thugs that got jipped but never popped shit
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| Cocaine with cut inserted like a Glock clip
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| I had to walk it, before I was able to talk it
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| So dont look at me awkward, get off it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toxsik Waltz, artist - Necro. Album song The Murder Murder Kill Kill Double, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп