| Yo, master of disaster I’m an underground phenomenon
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| Naturally a bastard but the king of my conglomerate
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| Welcome to Armageddon rhymes I write 'em armour plated
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| Have a relationship with karma but it’s complicated
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| Yes I am wicked I am known for being indubious
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| Words I choose will prove that I won’t lose I’m an enthusiast
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| Pick any battle topic shit I spit is catastrophic
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| Once I explode unleashing shrapnel, sharpened metal objects
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| Take a look into these eyes you’ll see exploding fire
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| Silver tongue with iron lungs but teeth look like corroding iron
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| Schizophrenic tenant plus a very lonely landlord, Rancor
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| Keep punching my head until my hands sore
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| There seems to be a reason that they keep me at a distance
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| I’m defiantly persistent there’s evil in this infant
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| The afterlife is heaven but I am hellbent
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| My appetite for destruction is over whelming
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| Givem hell, one hundred rounds
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| Feeding like a hungry hound
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| In my head the thunder pounds
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| Hailing from the underground
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| I listen to a lot of rappers but I don’t believem
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| Misguided angel I was spawned one of the coldest heathens
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| Givem hell, huntem down
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| Fuckem let it buck and blaow
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| Body is a loveless shell
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| Permanently underground
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| I listen to a lot of rappers and they all bleedin
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| Trash Gordon I was raised to be a fuckin demon
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| Ain’t nothing to joke about you ain’t got a hope in hell
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| Stomping on your chest until your broken ribs poking out
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| That dead weight that pulls you down
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| With a shred I hope you drown
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| Neck tie a rope around close your eyes it’s over now
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| The black heart in my chest is pacing
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| Nothing in my head but satan
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| State of pure desolation, the mental patient
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| With a barrel to his temple embracing the death that waits him
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| Splittin domes and adding to my list of foes
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| Sick when my mental depicts it and then it just implodes
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| Smash a little ho and turn her count into a withered rose
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| That’s where my sickness goes
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| Visions of your death I’m lifting up your best
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| Feel a sinkin in your chest
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| Swing a corked bat, leave you physically depressed
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| I’m a sociopath but that’s the curse that I’m under
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| Every enemy get buried in the dirt by the hundreds
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| I’m like fuckin rain man when I murder by numbers
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| Who you know that jumps from a fire escape
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| And calls the victims phone and land on him as soon as it vibrates
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| They say I’m hard to get along with highly irate
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| Your girl takes so much dick from me I should just ball up and cry rape
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| You shouldn’t even be here
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| You people stare a bodies through that cracked door keep it moving people
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| there’s nothing to see here
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| The same nigga from Devils Night
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| Keep it poppin like chains on a pedel bike
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| Throw your dame on a metal spike
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| And beat your puppy to death with a metal pipe
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| And shoot it out with the cops on site, that’s on a mellow night
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| I bet you wonderin where D12 been at
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| On an 8 year binge of alcohol and crinack
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| Pullin guns on assholes like where the shit at
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| Niggas be all hype but some bullets makem chillax
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| I hop in the cab now, shoot at your cash cow
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| And brag about it to Madchild I’m that wild |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Love Twice , by - Reel Wolf. Song from the album The Underworld, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп