| This is Taliban rap, I’m a fucking bomber
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| My head wrapped like somebody who suffered trauma
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| Musically I’m the embodiment of Jeffrey Dahmer
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| Usually in the environment of marijuana
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| My straight right like Argüello was
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| You a medigon, Vinnie do what a dego does
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| You about to find out what the human tornado does
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| You a bitch, you ain’t even half what you say you was
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| My shit is hard body lord, I’m a fucking legend
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| I don’t get my hands dirty, that’s for fucking henchmen
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| I’m the equivalent of Russian Roulette, fucking tension
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| And when you hear the ram’s horn it’s the fucking ending
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| I’m a vampire, I love the setting of sun
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| The night my time killing already begun
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| I’m from the same place Anton Lavey is from
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| I’m about to put the biscuit right to my head and be done
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| This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall
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| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
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| Fuck a cornerback, bullets get you picked off
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| Critics get pissed on when I’m pissed off
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| This Percodan got me feeling like a brick wall
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| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
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| Fuck a quarterback, bullets get you picked off
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| Critics get pissed on when I’m pissed off
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| 1978 my mom had a date
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| '84 had me, had a hard time great
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| Mom wasn’t weak, I guess my dad wasn’t fake
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| But guessing only led to one thing, my mistakes
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| That’s why I cut the grass real low, check for snakes
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| Apply pressure when I need to satisfy my weight
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| Selling coke and the diesel
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| Fiends going crazy putting dope in their needles, it’s hopeless and evil
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| You can smoke wet and get smoked with the Eagle
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| All over nothing, fucking pride and your ego
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| Spit all facts, I ain’t gotta mislead you
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| Talk shit wherever you stand, that’s where I leave you
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| Believe me, I can get you killed real easy
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| Leave the scene but the ho won’t leave me
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| Tackle the dresser, bitch try to tease me
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| I put a hole in her head right where her weave be, believe me
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| This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall
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| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
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| Fuck a cornerback, bullets get you picked off
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| Critics get pissed on when I’m pissed off
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| This Percodan got me feeling like a brick wall
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| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
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| Fuck a quarterback, bullets get you picked off
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| Critics get pissed on when I’m pissed off
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| I’m the bomb attached to the chest of exploding martyrs, code of honours
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| Shoot me out your M16, deliver souls beyond the world
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| To conquer planets and enslave entire populations
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| Colosseums where Hamas supply the operation
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| Gladiators battle on the side of sovereign nations
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| Fathers of confrontation, Lamas to pop your face in
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| Blinded by lies and hatred, they conjure up abomination
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| Armies march across the continents honouring Satan
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| The final countdown, 2012
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| Jumping out the Black Hawk with the black Eagle by the money belt
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| I take you from the edges of space to the projects
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| From the pyramids to Giza to where God sits, we monstrous
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| I’m conscious homie, I’m wide-awake
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| I supply the hate, La Coka Nostra
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| The skull and guns, I supply the weight
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| How many bricks you want? |
| Let me see your money first
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| As a matter of fact I’m taking your money you fucking herb
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| Fuck outta here, Billy Idol, La Coka Nostradamus
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| This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall
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| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
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| Fuck a cornerback, bullets get you picked off
|
| Critics get pissed on when I’m pissed off
|
| This Percodan got me feeling like a brick wall
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| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
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| Fuck a quarterback, bullets get you picked off
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| Critics get pissed on when I’m pissed off |