| Its Meth
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| Murder music
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| Its the lyrical genocide
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| My men at war spread like pesticide
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| Knocked on heavens door, beheaded and petrified
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| Talk shit, get offed within the enterprise
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| Step aside, I’mma let it fly like this set of knives
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| Switch blade, carve 'em, said I couldn’t hang
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| Because the colour of my skin, watch the skin hang off em
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| I’m just stating facts its the serrated tongue with the jaded rap
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| I traveled to hell with the best and made it back
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| Take a bump from the sadist punk
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| Tired of chasing drugs so drew an x through my wrist to mark the place to cut
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| They found Meth as good as dead on the curb
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| Shot up the wrong vein addictions really getting on my nerves
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| Murder! |
| Torture! |
| Death! |
| Pain!
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| Off two hits of cocaine, I am killin' everythin'!
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| This is
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| Murder! |
| Torture! |
| Death! |
| Pain!
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| So what the game when I blow out your brains!
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| Murder! |
| Torture! |
| Death! |
| pain!
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| Off two hits of cocaine, I am killin' everythin'
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| This is
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| Murder! |
| Torture! |
| Death! |
| Pain!
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| So what the game when I’m blowin' out your brains!
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| You musta been smoking a boulder
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| For fucking with a soldier that’s sicker then Ebola
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| I roll up on the whole with a chainsaw
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| Turned his little toddler to coleslaw
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| Im gonna expose y’all
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| Savagely swarm balls (?)
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| I paint walls, leave ya crib the massacre color
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| Lifting up this match just to blast whoever
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| I sever heads from shoulders
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| Don’t want a sword, put my hands around his neck till I snap their vocal cords
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| Fuck your authority!
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| I grab a weed brownie from Gordy
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| And get to stomping niggas fast as sororities
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| They either speaking under they breath
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| Or ignoring me
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| Cause bossing up get the ass stretched on a gurney
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| Dressed in all black, Death attire
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| I’m Michael Myers mix with Omar from The Wire
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| Read the flyer, Bizarre performing live tonight
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| Let me ask you a question, bitch you ready to fucking die tonight
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| Two little boys, nine and eight
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| Sodomized and raped
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| Got em fucking scared straight
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| Menace to society
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| Without the grades
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| I borrowed out the phase
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| Mess with full blown AIDS
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| Ten OC’s about to OD
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| Beat your newborn up like the UFC
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| I’m in Long Island hiding out
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| Killer, murder, pain, that’s what Bizarre’s about
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| Ayo a true lunatic
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| Shoot the shit with the creep
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| I’d rather off a beat a day than move a brick in a week
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| Collision with me?
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| Ill leave you to eternally bleeding
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| Have you no longer walking and re-learning to read
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| If we further from greed the dream turning to green
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| Believe I keep murder between my shirt and my jeans
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| You work for the clean and roam around the earth like a fiend
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| I rep 9/12/82, the birth of a king
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| And bring the verbal torture oughtta move with caution
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| You’ll need help
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| I breathe hell with D12 and leave welts with seat belts
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| And rebound with brain manipulation from the nation of pain
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| You wet like rain precipitation when you breaking the vein |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Rapture , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп