| H, Living on the dark streets get your throat slit
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| Eyes open, nigga better stay focus
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| Got my wolves in here, that kush in the air
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| Make you disappear like Hokus Pokus
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| We’ll never play fair, give a fuck who care
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| You heir to the throne, get aired on the throne
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| Muthafucka, I’m Damien’s Omen
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| Ready and willing, my pen is seated on penicillin
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| Drilling or filling feelings, or pin it and then I kill it
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| Concealing, my pen is killing
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| The villain that’s hitting, drill 'em
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| I’m chilling, able to make a million while your blood is spilling
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| Yelling laws, killing series like a holocaust, watch a baller
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| Catching fire like a Molotov, y’all are falling off
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| Met them out of my peak, Kid Fade, Psych Ward
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| And we are playing for keeps
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| So who am I?
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| Johnny Richter from the West Side
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| goes all day, zombie like all night
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| 'Cause I might size you up then bite
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| Fuck with me, I’ll rip your head out your windpipe
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| You in the panic 'cause all I did was damage
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| The reason why, fuck
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| Kill a man for the kilogram
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| Kill a man back from the front with a slug like a militant
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| Feel a man nigga ran with a realer clan
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| Still a hand mover nigga fat like the thriller dance
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| Silverback you warm up like guerrilla plan
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| Still a band filler I’m a champ 'n' you still a fan
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| Pop a bottle in the club then we spill a grand
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| Garry Coleman your fucking head with a skillet pan
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| The titan that’s rising from the back of the morgue
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| The barbarian created for war
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| Witness the villainous minister boss
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| Spit ridiculous, religious, sickening scriptures
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| With every bit of resilience and twisted wicked voice
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| Simple nobody holds candles to the syllable lord
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| And the temple be careful that’s why the symbol of Hanukkah’s for
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| Slap a whore dressed like Macklemore at a thrift store
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| I’mma cut above how you niggas think like a lobotomy’s for
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| Before I self-destruct where I stand today
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| With a hand grenade and just pull the pin
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| I’mma rant and rave, with a can of RAID
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| For you cockroaches in this piss pool of sin
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| This ghoulish grin and this mood I’m in
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| These psych drugs went and got my head all heavy
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| I had the worst verse in the first Underworld
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| Fuck, I’m supposed to be dead already
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| You know me well!
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| Reel wolf!
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| Bury you in the Underworld
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| Psychedelic, Vicodin microphone villain
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| Trife like a Rikers felon, I strike your cerebellum
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| Nike acapella, compelling, incredible killing
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| Audible, verbal, recordable murder. |
| homie I’m chilling
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| Encyclopedia, psycho media, Expedia
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| CD are greedier, music industry CPR
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| Smack you like crack chemicals
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| Pull out the gat and attack generals
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| You’re whack, you lack genitals
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| Victorious, impervious champion
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| I am the streets my footprints stamped in
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| Every rap that I pin, raw A1
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| Spitting like a motherfucking M4A1
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| Ruste Juxx my long range accurate
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| Lyrical monster niggas scared to do a track with
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| Break backs with the greatest of ease
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| It’s Crown Heights nigga, triple OG’s
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| Somebody tell this chick in the trunk to keep it down
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| If them boys pull me over, I’m pulling them pieces out (BLOW)
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| I thought I told you tell her: keep it down
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| Dawg I did, man she cool
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| Then why the fuck her hands and feet stickin' out?
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| I’m trippin', you don’t want to see this long-nose I’m grippin'
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| Like Scottie Pippen, I tear through him and everybody’s pissin'
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| Kuniva don’t be talkin' with snitches it’s not a comedy
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| When I crack a nigga up and leave him in stitches
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| Bitches
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| The American drug lords and African raids
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| North American greed, and Europeans relate
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| Australia’s finances, Asia is hell bound
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| With nuclear war and an Antarctican melt down
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| A state of urgency so I’m proposing a call
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| To stay focused on the good and the hope for us all
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| Explored seven continents within eight of these bars
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| Crawl out the Underworld and see how related these are
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| Black mask like Jihadi John
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| Wax like molly wong
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| Rap’s Tommy Chong
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| Burn sherm like Bob Marley’s bong
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| Hit that bitch with a gnarly dong
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| Pop off in her mouth like Mardi Gras
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| Wipe my dick off on her mother’s couch, sorry mom
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| Fucking party on
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| Hung like Donkey Kong
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| And in control like Marley Marl
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| Exploding cult leader
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| Make that bitch gargle and swallow
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| Then burp up a whole liter
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| Extort your team nigga
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| Beef in the street with the pork and beans nigga
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| Swine on your mind, divine on my grind
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| No time to recline I’m trying to get mine
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| I get it while the gettin' is good
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| I’m good at gettin' it God the shit in the hood
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| Boy be shootin', loud shots noise pollution
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| I’m real, I don’t build, I destroy your movement |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Underworld 2 , by - Reel Wolf. Song from the album The Underworld 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп