| Bring your crew if you’re feeling them killing them with
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| This past super lyrical, spiritual shit
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| That bashes your physical to little bits
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| It’s that simple you’ll want a miracle quick
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| No one ask you to spit but you’re yapping your lips
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| So I have to just smack you and that’s what you get
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| So don’t get me started. |
| I get retarded
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| Only when shopping are you hitting Targets
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| I won’t stop till maggots feel your carcass
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| With little or no effort I’m ill regardless
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| Get bombarded with this hard shit
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| Only equal to a blow from God’s fist
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| Oh my God it’s so obnoxious
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| How I paint pain with words like an artist
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| Probably at home right now eating garbage
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| While my team’s dining on greens and cod fish
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| Doing squat lifts getting brawlic
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| Giving pounds so hard that they tear cartilage
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| Some may think what I’m talking’s a gimmick
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| Till they’re cursed with a permanent limp wrist
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| That goes perfect with your purse and lipstick
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| Don’t get murdered for perping on pimp shit
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| You deserve to get hurt with a thin shiv
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| And deserted while birds leave your skin ripped!
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| Silly rappers think they really matter
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| In a trance so they can’t hear the laughter
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| Get your mans bet them bamas get fractured
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| 'Cause none of yall really want to get hammered and battered
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| Get braced for school. |
| You too basic to come face my crew
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| Battle ya like Gallagher actin like your face is fruit
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| Movin to your ankles. |
| True. |
| This is my way of thanking you
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| For preparing me to make me wanna try shanking you
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| With a little bit of language juice, as I spit on your damaged shoes
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| Turnin this room into a tanning booth
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| Leaving everybody that we feel is unworthy cracked in two
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| That’s what me and Substantial do to bad examples of
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| Hip Hop… Arms, legs, and heads, they all
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| Get chopped… Fingers and toes thrown in
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| Ziplocks as they drip drop…
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| Caning rappers like a Pimp shop…
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| With single whores in Singapore so forget props
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| Muthafucka you’ll be lucky if you ever get shot
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| To put you out your Misery like Paul did Annie I’m your daddy
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| Call for Mammy 'cause my next target’s your family
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| (Sub) Start weeping and balling the reaper is calling
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| These weaklings for speaking I’ll beat them and maul them
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| (SOS) Crack your teeth and smash jaws and give ya momma breathing problems
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| When I call and tell her you’re asleep 6 feet deep in her garden
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| (Sub) That’s right stupid’s now fertilizing her tulips
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| & lawn for trying 2 get it on when the kid was sweeter than cinnamon
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| (SOS) toast… crunching functions plus attacking joints
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| Won’t… see 9−1-1 coming cause that’s the point!
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| (Sub)Battering Men, Shattering limbs because we’re badder than them
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| (SOS) Brain, splattering them, damaging them all with hammers and pins
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| (Sub) Die! |
| You worthless serpent with no purpose
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| (SOS) Sorry weak amateur flirting with hospital curtains
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| (Sub) I’ll put your once rowdy ass in a full body cast
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| (SOS) Hit your little punanny ass like a tsunami blast
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| (Sub) You shits call it quits like retired divorcees
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| (SOS) Pissing on you kids, this is how it is now cause you forced me
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| Substantial, SOS, Cunninlynguists… QN5 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hammered , by - Substantial. Song from the album Sacrificial Lambs (The Prequel to Sacrifice), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп