| I ain’t new to the game faggot, I been rappin'
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| You tell lies in the booth, that means you been actin'
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| I been smashin' on this mic, I been spazzin'
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| I’m completely focused motherfucker, distraction
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| My hand is steady when the four fifth lift at 'em, shit happens when you faggot
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| niggas hear the click clackin
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| 911 call em up keep 'em dispatchin, that means you talk to police and speak pig
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| latin
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| I’m done with it all, I move past you petty haters
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| Gun to your jaw, you ready, you can meet your maker
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| I’m a man of god but I don’t need a savior
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| I do my dirt all up on my lonely, I don’t need a favor
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| Fuck a bitch, fuck 'em all nigga, fuck the world
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| I’m good by myself little boy and little girl, I made my bed so y’all pay the
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| consequence
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| I got devils in my head sayin' I gotta vent, I got an angel on my shoulder say
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| I should repent
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| But the devil keeps on winnin' 'cause I’m kinda bent
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| I’m coming for blood, I’m broke I don’t got a cent, so don’t be brave,
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| have a little common sense
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| Everything is everything, pulling out them heavy things
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| The official pistol gang, clutching the machete swing
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| Outerspace can turn your brain to spaghetti rings, anything
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| Bring the guillotine, we behead the kings
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| What you retarded or something? |
| I leave you heartless if nothing
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| If anything I leave you wheezin' in your coffin for frontin'
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| For real I’m the fuego, and the bullets hasta luego
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| Every syllable scorch ya, every word like waco, every verse fatal
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| I ain’t votin' for pedro, I vote for the niggas that put pesos in my payroll,
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| yup
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| I’m Chase Utley with the louisville, swingin' at the labels 'cause they want me
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| signing stupid deals, for real?
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| This shit be irritating me, I feel like Rikers Island 'cause the demons ain’t
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| escaping me, now
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| I need a new eight to squeeze, hate to see the paper freeze
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| Too much on the plate for me, full course meal, bulldozin' through the
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| forcefield, fool’s dozin' off, ho’s and altar boys still
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| You need to duck now, avoid the ricochet
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| We makin' them hits nigga, you hittin the triple blades (?)
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| Niggas say I leave your district in disarray, you dissin but nigga I don’t hear
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| your diss gettin' played
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| My flow Fiji, my voice trample your tipi, every sample dismantled and leave you
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| greener than kiwi
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| Everything is everything, pulling out them heavy things
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| The official pistol gang, clutching the machete swing
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| Outerspace can turn your brain to spaghetti rings, anything
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| Bring the guillotine, we behead the kings |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Behead the Kings , by - Outerspace. Song from the album My Brother's Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп