| Yeah -- 1, 2
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| Yo Ferrigno
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| 1, 2 -- yeah
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| I ain’t even think of swinging on you, that’s a reflex
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| First one to test a mahfucker, that’s a G check
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| Send this mahfucker back to God, he a defect
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| A celebrated martyr, I’m in Luxembourg with Liebknecht
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| I eat these (???) but hate bein' mad sluggish
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| How the sayin' go? |
| Good riddance to bad rubbish
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| The ox all bloody, I stabbed him from frustration
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| The modern Thor rapper, I crack 'em like crustaceans
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| I was foul for a while, now I’m on some healthy shit
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| Still I’ll aim this chopper at your head like it’s a selfie stick
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| Riding on my enemies, I’m on my Makaveli shit
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| Master of the arts, I’m on my Sandro Botticelli shit
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| All of y’all is food to me, you nothing but a Scooby Snack
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| This mahfucker lost he need to get himself a Google map
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| Everything dirty money, even the soap
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| This a Beowulf infrared beam and a scope
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| Doma!
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| This is warfare, get your guns ready
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| This is warfare, hold your guns steady
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| This is life or death, yeah son deadly
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| A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me
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| This is warfare, get your guns ready
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| This is warfare, hold your guns steady
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| This is life or death, yeah son deadly
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| A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me
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| I’m a lion and the lion don’t get left with the lambs
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| And you might get hit with bullets that was meant for your man’s
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| It’s no body cause the body under desolate sands
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| And I’m mean to money, money, I’ma press up the bands
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| This mahfucker think that he tough 'cause his man husky
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| He gettin' what’s coming to him like he’s Sandusky
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| The SP old and the records is mad dusty
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| It’s a Mossberg 5 on the pump in the tan duffy
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| I was mad reckless, behavior was wild rowdy
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| So I just had to take that charge like I’m Kyle Lowry
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| I will snatch a dickhead chain and smile proudly
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| It’s kings among the king’s, possession and hail Crowley (hail Crowley)
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| This is where the shelterin' stops
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| 'cause you never too old to take an L from your pops
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| This the throne of God homie, give the seraph his crown
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| And I’m bloodthirsty, it’s a new sherrif in town
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| Yeah
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| This is warfare, get your guns ready
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| This is warfare, hold your guns steady
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| This is life or death, yeah son deadly
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| A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me
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| This is warfare, get your guns ready
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| This is warfare, hold your guns steady
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| This is life or death, yeah son deadly
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| A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tongan Death Grip , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album The Pain Collector, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп