| Marijuana that I light when I’m alone
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| Reaching ultraviolet heights to kill the spiders in my skull
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| I’m a recluse, reçue, hiding in my home
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| M. Bison when I light up, doing spirals when I roam
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| With the buffalo, puff of smoke, get stigmata
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| Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
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| I’m with the vultures, get some drama
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| Don’t believe in karma, head shot (BLAT BLAT)
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| Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
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| Oh there’s three left in the chamber with the gun against the head
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| Russian roulette, one of ‘em's left
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| Left wondering, «Was it something I said?»
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| These motherfuckers run for cover when I hum a number
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| Something other, muttered thunder, hunger
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| For the blood of others, hunting, Hunter S
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| Junkie huffing puffing, under stress like gutter slug
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| With nothing but a stuttered des-tiny
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| Tiny ants dance beneath this giant’s feet
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| Rival me and get the iron lung for irony
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| Ire breeds, I am me, Ayatollah fire breathes
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| From the mouth of madness
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| Michael Myers when the smiles cease, idling
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| They talk shit on Wi-Fi bout the best
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| But their fingers stick to text nine times out of ten
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| Yeah, watch 'em die by fountain pen
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| A pound of flesh, and it better not be counterfeit
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| Die, die, die (x2)
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| You think you can take me? |
| Well, come on with it
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| I’m a sick, twisted fuck, I leave you tormented
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| So if you got a weak stomach then you better forget it
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| I’m a shark, I smell blood, it’s too late to forfeit it
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| Deading y’all niggas is what I do for a living
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| And I’ma leave a scar so you never forget it
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| Have you dripping out of windows, while we robbing your credit
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| Run it by me, you won’t be able to walk to the clinic
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| I’m a pathologist, Dr. Kevorkian
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| Nigga, I promised this, the Hip Hop scorpion
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| I turn all y’all kids into orphans then
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| Raise them as my own, shit that’s better off for them
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| I know I’m going to the place that’s too hot for me
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| Cause I’m a fallen angel, something in me gots to sink
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| Ain’t no way in hell I’m not top of the ten
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| If I’m not number one, I must be zero then
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| You dead in my sights, it’s over once I zero in
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| Dead to rights for try’na be a hero again
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| Time to sign your death warrant, nigga hand on a pen
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| Put your best foot forward, take it on the chin
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| Plus whenever I’m on track pain get inflicted
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| Punchlines hit your head, your brain gets shifted
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| I’m vicious, have you screaming, «Abort the mission»
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| Relentless, I like to see you hurt, that’s sadistic
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| Ahga beeba fee a lotta booby
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| Dada boba shabaland who be hotta? |
| not a man!
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| Who ever think different’s in lala land
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| Allah crammed scholar and a lot of K.O.D
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| Inside of my knot then bada bam
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| Strange Music, my gang ruthless we Bang you if
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| Lame stupidness out ya fangs true is the pain you get
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| From brain shoe kicks my aims lucid my name shoot this thang
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| Hang nooses we flame crew it’s no dang blue shit!
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| Sick with Sticky and Sadistik suddenly something shifted
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| Simple Simon suckas seemin' submissive
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| See us and some surely substitute sis’s
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| Chakratease spit shit psycho scripts is scripted syphilis!
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| You haters don’t ride on my dick but yo mamma there
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| She like to play in my goat she call it Osama hair!
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| So now you wanna go get yo llama pair and shoot me
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| I’ll die cause my insurance was fucked up by ObamaCare! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death Warrant , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп