| Smash through your temples with soundwaves
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| I’m on a tight mental sick and twisted this is slappin out clown days
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| Not a damn name mention this subliminal rap
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| Bridging a gap I’m talking bout who’s real and who’s wack
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| The many shows I’ve done wishin I had some earplugs forced to hear that
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| nonsense know that I got no love
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| Screwface capital born and raised so you notice
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| I’m heavy with the weaponry spitting carnage explosive
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| Wanna talk true I done find us some lava soon as I sundown
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| Someone see a veteran tryna give me my damn crown
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| I don’t focus on my city fuck these little con artists
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| Stand or be forced spread your wings but don’t get me started
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| From east to west north or south spread it all around
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| Louder than your speakers can’t withhold watch me get louder
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| There ain’t a damn thing stoppin this altercation
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| Ya’ll need to find just one punch down to the pavement
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| Can such things be? |
| Well I’ve spent a lifetime doing my best trying to persuade
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| you at least for an hour or two in a darkened theater that there are things
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| that go bump-bump-bump-bump in the night
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| Straight shots to the head I embellish raps to the fullest
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| Ain’t no competition all I see Swann is spitting ferocious
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| Always comin in and out the game maintaining these blue flames
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| Won’t ever change my ways ain’t broke so don’t fix it
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| Hard ass deals and print all my thoughts into this notepad
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| Smackin individuals laughin see I don’t hold back
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| Crack jaws and tear limbs smack bars and rough timbs
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| Crush a fuckin beat until there’s nothing left for them or him
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| Swann and Juggernaut the evil in your presence sickle swinging leave you
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| breathless
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| I’m tempted to call directions in your rusty blade raps impaled into your brain
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| waves
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| These lines are so simple when words leavin your mind stained
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| Chained to the dark side slippin won’t ever see me fall
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| Walk a million miles to see my child over sayin it all
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| My perseverance deadly ambition is carnivore
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| I stay up on these front lines spitting this fucking art of war
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| And then he meddled with things man was meant to leave below
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| Well I never liked you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G.F.Y. , by - Reel Wolf. Song from the album Lord of Illusions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп