Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slaughter Session , by - Tony Touch. Release date: 08.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slaughter Session |
| Yeah 50 mcs |
| We back at it again |
| You know, you know |
| You cannot put this project out without me If anyone of you players in here oppose me I tell you season the park like D rose me Call me the original gangster og I split your head to the white meat, oak tree |
| That’s where my legacy starts, where you ever begin |
| I’m taking over thins franchise like Jeremy Linn |
| Y’all nigger buying you own albums you pay to sell |
| You dare to compare an Alfa to a Beta male? |
| You lames aren’t as hot as me, look to other progression |
| I turn your brain to cottage cheese, bug some brain injections |
| Maybe that neighbor piss ain’t just gonna work if you fucking stomp me Looking like some brought up homework, |
| I’m the flyest nigger flying here |
| Pioneer,… Here you dying here |
| I am where the God ain’t with an iron |
| Just me and Tony Touch sipping Patrone out of style |
| 50 mc how many fats can Tony touch |
| Stretch your holes while I stretch the codes |
| Are we nuts? |
| I’m the opposite of homey s***s |
| I don’t give a fuck when they shooting I’m Kobe Clutch |
| Put them on mute when they know the boss is speaking |
| I will come back before I’m supposed to That’s how I leave them leaking |
| Pussy you tampon I’m insane |
| All these portoricans |
| Yeah they know I’m in church and ignore the decant |
| I’m the god of the west coast |
| Y’all niggers rapping over there |
| House game matching the escrow |
| Nigger my neck blow |
| Like oding on coke |
| You get the neck blown |
| I run these mcs like master Jay |
| Don’t get it backwards like Paul Revere |
| Mca aka Simmys and Clips |
| I fuck long beach inside the sand |
| You have now been tuned it What have been tuned in To the most informant |
| To be going, human being on going |
| I’m listening to everybody’s favorite grind |
| It’s the only remix |
| Hop in and make it mine |
| I’m mister never from the hood |
| No Mercedes son |
| It’s the new misses |
| Just hope that you’re taking fine |
| Stick it from behind until they taste the slime |
| So gangsta, pussy chicks don’t wanna fuck with me Like I care? |