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RUN Digital Millenium Copyright Act X: Thutmose Tha Gully​.​exe

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1.
Gods On Safari Feat. Spaghetti Blacc - Let A Bitch Know 2k13 feat. Spaghetti Blacc 05:13
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Ah goddamn Aint you heard I was a pimp So why ask why i Smack the shit from yo lips My palms itch bitch Time to make a career You can be the head bitch If I can work the rear Gangsta of tha year I'd love to see a nigga I despise Try me Not wise minded Your time rewinding open wounds in the sky When the light shine blinding Coca cola rage rip phase Disengage the plague Play them days like my n-gauge Like a hand full of braids I'm busting to ya brains I got corn and grits on the tip of my dick From when I fucked yo bitch And pulled my dick from her lips One love to my blood Ho tep from thutmosis Ferocious Slide in the spot wit explosives I inhale just to expose my heat Because crack cocaine is what sells on this street Where I be pollunaticking Off that sick campaign Showing up late for debates Mixing codeine with V8 It's still late and I'm shouting at yo mate While I'm standing on a crate Tryna hop this fucking gate Like a tommy tucker sucker Scratching up and down my face Living only happy Always dying with a grudge Buzzed like a fly Staying high off these drugs Nigga what? Fo sho Soon as they come in the do I'm finna let a bitch know
2.
Spaghetti Blacc - 3 Scoops 04:45
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Pay me what you owe me Or ho pay me what you know Homie No bologna Or phony Squatting on 20 inch chromies My ponies Important And of every assortment Don't get it distorted Morbid Feds Report live from the morgue bed For more head I swore bread Would never get broken with a cracka I'm the gat packer On my mind is alpaca We Crack bats Over backs of fat cats Smacked slap Gang tats on Cadillacs But mommy I wanna marry a dopeslanga A gangbanga that'll beat me with a coat hanga This nigga thought cow tipping meant paying these heffers We aint dropping coin Thought a bitch knew better Wood grain Migraine My brain Insane My game Spit flames It's simple pimp We get lit If you see a nigga walkin down the block And you know that he's headin to ya spot This nigga finna get shot Punk nigga raise up and get dropped better Look out for yo kind Cuz we gon look out for yo kind When we run up from behind And blast ya kind with my nine I know y'all know I done already switched the game up but I'm finna do you one better and switch the field up If you fuckin in the bushes then ya fuckin with a real one .38s are special but 45s are fine Walk the thin line between demented and divine Send chills down my spine Blind swine with my rhymes It's that serial killer spaghetti Get ready to lose fetti So yo don't be fuckin around simp This that pimp yo bitch shit That slit yo wrist quick And piss on yo biscuit We the ice cream peddling panthers With answers No reprimanding I demand my Miranda's Bananas Shot yo block But not after I popped a film canister In a camera But did I catch you candid? Outstanding Yo face now need branding And I'm chunkin a Duce No truce Pop on yo block then poof Go head and send in ya troops But We the kings of the boof Bitch ain't that the troof Now go and hop off this roof I need proof If niggas claim to possess juice Cuz I'm hacking up these traccs Plaques made with heads of macs Sittin on my stacks Even shitting with my gat The name spaghetti blacc What's up jack Yeah spaghetti blacc is back As a matter of fact And if they confiscate my dope? Like all 3 scoops My goon units gwon swoop Peel Tha cops off my stoop Y'all got spaghetti talkin ice cream But I ain't never leakin out secrets We ain't comparing oranges to apples Slanging crack and rap battles 3 strikes 3 scoops 51 flavors and 0 free samples nigga add that shit up A DJ An MC plus a one man army niuh For rillza tho Strictly 4 my niggaz 4 life on the 3rd rail
3.
Spaghetti Blacc - Can You Put It In The Air (The Reign) 03:20
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I got nothing The only ingredient I need to make something sunny This reign ain't nothing funny Blades decapitate snow bunnies So gimme yo money I'm a cold dummy Nose runny Hollering at sweet cakes Yeah she a thick honey Yeah I see you over there But can you put it in the air Now I might need a beat to spit But the 4 4 don't Say this nigga sick With that gat down yo throat What I promote Fuck yo life nigga We still out here gorilla pimping Devolutionary pollution incinerating Our minds Up chuck Rewind That game You tried to get me hooked on with them lines Fuck never stuck in the game Unlock and take lives Shake minds back to the beehive We realign the signs When they hit the sunlight If they hit yo eyesight You run from this gunfight You'll be dead before tonight And I'll be in yo bed gettin head from yo wife And she puffin on my flesh scythe Like a glass pipe got yo main bitch screaming I'm the gangsta of the year And While you're still bleeding I'll fuckin cut off your ears And disappear Like nigga It's all in yo mind And it's all up to you And If you front on mines
4.
Spaghetti Blacc - .EXECRATIONTEXTS 04:43
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Ectoplasms splatter faster When I gets to rappin Unleash spasms Orgasms organisms Poor decisions In a schism Blister vision With incisions With my bling We buckwild Stockpile everything No smiles Big faces on every bill Blank faces Blackface pulled low over the grill Crank chills Monastic scholastic plastic Facile Docile Hostile A missile Will hit you No issue Singe the tissue Sip crystal piss Shit out the evidence Listen bitch We got a hostage Monster spit like a terrorist Burn like a bic Lit like a wick So which snitch Sip spaghetti liquid Y'all ain't lucid Stupid i spit straight mucus Confused Pills get abused And Infused So choose I knock the glue off ya shoes Short fuse the ruse Fortune renewed And allowed to act lewd As I'm lacing these clues I'm making the news With these hoes in the nude The shrine of the shrewd Where I grind time Like kleats in alpine Like teeth without mine These Bustas couldn't see And if I didn't shine my nine Haters wouldn't believe Got two in my sleeves As yo main bitch Who can't contain shit Donates her game to me Yo bitch nigga So nigga check yo shit If niggas see me skirting on my skinny toes Pimping hoes Smokin indo in the studio We keep it savage Like masochists Manhandling pacifists Dealing out damage Since my ass was in bassinets Gats by the baskets Leave macs in a casket We brought the hatchets no one could match it Ya fat bitch Fuck these niggas Kill these niggas Fold them napkins We be assassins Blast and then cash in Got a glock on these cops who keep asking I cock and then pop These Bastards with badges I stop and then drop Flames can't imagine Nostrils aim fire Breathe like a dragon Please tell these flees To cease and ease off me Or freeze I crease em with the piece I release mortals from their anguish on these beats It's the third verse Curses about to get worse The deadly Discipline Break the toilet that I'm shittin in So check the funk you sniffing And the shit that you're sitting in If Big ballas get bitten We Break ya block of all the Benjamins Shake socks and bend bitches for singles and medicine Cuz we engines stay revin In the direction that we be heading For the bread straight reckless And leave kids headless When we snatch dey necklace Prophetic the pain That you're left in Need antiseptics the second We stepped in And reppin Gorilla killin factors Hacking up actors Like the Manson family Done descended on Polanski Punk ass bitch No way you understand me I spit as I'm landing And split ya whole clan see No dynasty Done spit like me Come equipped Cuz I'll burn ya ass quick for the grip Bitch
5.
Spaghetti Blacc - My Peoples In Tha City 03:30
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Incoming transmission Scan the program I'm dishing Hissing Speak on my cannabis connect Such disrespect will have ya missing Tryna holler at my weoples Down the valley In the city Clixillatin Nitty gritty With The get shitty Committee They say cheap is the best kind of pretty No doubt Never showing a punk pity In New York City Showing out From the grand concourse To kingsbridge Flying hella condors Against the wind Have you ever seen a bird Dressed in shark skin I bark All these marks be harkin I spark The 4 pound quark In darkness And rob apartments Don't be alarmed I might take a hostage Or make a carcass Take me to them compartments Bitch, forsake any accomplice For any shit i accomplish Like running up in yo cottage And cutting up yo cock And sewing up yo block I smoke a lot a pot But I ain't no hippy Pitchin from the same spot With game thicker than skippy Cat nip got me tripping I'm ripping the stage apart when the clips go missing You're history Cuz I'm connected with my peoples in the city ...My weoples in the shniznitty My connect with my folks Got me rooted in the soil Emerge from thee turf To splash niggas with the oil In they UFO's Aliens better pray I sculpt the game niggas play like Pygmalion eyyday And breathe life into the fray We active Reactions decipher the pattern When I come and leave ya clan scattered On the platter Spaghetti blacc matter Like natural disasters But spit way faster We get dumb bastards Assassinate these fake niggas Like cancer Stand no chance Me man Necromancer Transform into panther Light fools like lanterns Illuminate the answers Up to unlawful activity Who could it be Tearing up the streets With my weoples in the city
6.
Spaghetti Blacc - Grimace 03:34
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Be it a bird or a brother who calls spaghetti from the bile one way or another I shine the peace upon my child Cease we off the leash Creased we off the beef Beats stomping ya streets Burning ya spots like kief Who open they mouth Running that mess about spaghetti Bitch wanna act wild Slice smiles with the machete Whatever irrelevant Clutch my Hennessy Like pussy you gettin hella bent So you gets no ecstasy Maguilla guerilla Sassperilla armadilla For rillza my nigga Flip it fa shizzle my Nilla Kill em My riddles is pills Plus nyquil and the chills Leave niggas with gills And they roll down these hills Took the scroll Ate it in a rage Since niggas finna Flip the script To the wrong page Sage Mac tossin capsules Like shuriken Game leakin Slave name Keenan Speaking dames be Geeking Never squeak on a secret Place yo beak in a beaker Tweaker Twist up necks be meager Ask ya mama jama I'll break you down Like 4 rounds From 4 pounds Come test me clown Now Writing on the wall With secretions from my balls Practicing decapitations on dolls For a dolla bill I shove a blade up yo cunt And cut up yo guts Yo dawg gets spade When you test my nuts punk Like the ATF gon raid When a hand gets played Like the arcade Badges came In cavalcades And parades with grenades Shish kabob brains with these blades Throwing down more on these rocks Than shores hit with waves I whip my clip Take my pistol on a trip The pilgrimage make simp's Grimace smell loathing from they lips As pimps advance Break off chumps another chance To dance Just cuz I'm in his crib Making demands for his grands Spit flames from a ski mask And never quit We about this shit Axe land in a trick Wasn't no accident Back hand since the Blacc Hand Don't get it twisted Don't ask what happened And I'm back one time Twisting signs into rhymes Flipping minds to the science Turning tyrants into clients Pious serpents Deserve it they ain't even worth it Got mo cannons and tame bitches Than the motherfuckin circus And I ain't entertain bitches Since I came with no purpose Wanna know what I'm worth? I say work it or it's curtains I kick a bitch to the curb If she ever perturbed No time to learn a ho That's my word she go Back to school cuz I ain't teaching game To no lame L7 dame Upgrade yo game Update yo brain Pyrex and flame Timex and Caine And add a little water Watch my flow bubble up Like dry ice from my cup On my chain tear it up That's wussup Give it up
7.
Spaghetti Blacc - Valley of the Kings 03:12
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Getting spastic telepathic wrath Of assassins Robust in yo spot like robot clan Goddamn Constructed to fuck some shit up Get stuck Quick to pluck Over a buck Big cheese Big Jesus with the big freeze Bitch please I ain't down with no strip tease We flip grease Streets scorch in the east Priests take they seat When they hear sketti preach I'm over the gate Nigga give me the safe With this AP in yo face All in one place A killa balla pimp Who left without a trace A nigga gotta escape Mind's eye irate Atilla the Hun Tempest perfection focus When they gimme da gun I unleash the swarm of locusts The niggas they run The niggas they hide Sizing up against spaghetti Already be suicide Nigga you will die And wonder who am I Till thunder Reminds you of your blunders On the wrong side of the gun While a nigga straight plunder Twas the pills and voices in my head that made a nigga do it The joints to the face laced with embalming fluid But I ain't never done shit Till the court prove it Got the game by the reigns Still moving cuz I'm lucid Flow like no other movement Of other liquid I move through platoons Turn units to eunuchs Who pick Any nigga I hear from yo crew spit Toothless and useless Definitely the truth bitch
8.
Spaghetti Blacc - Some Shit I Done Did 02:40
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Ya boy pulled up hittin curbs as he slid Talkin shit to the kids bout shit he done did Don't shit where you eat Don't slang where you sleep Mustang on the creep Buck dang finna peep From the cheap seats Scanning for data Ratta tat tatta Wham blam My friend Check the script again I flipped it switched it on em lens Peep they shit like depends Take they pen Write my rhymes Blow some lines Blow they minds I need mines Handing out fines to felines See I'm on like tape number 9 Lookin down at the clouds Stir typhoons when I exhale loud And I'm a louse Rip a blouse and I'm out I be here with the clout All black in a ski mask Drinking me flask Mindless task Harass these niggas Nigga please Don't believe I'm sweeter than sassafras I tax that ass Grab the cash See a mic or a psycho I gotta blast Ash What the fuck is this shit Bitch The fuck is that Cuz when I come through You better cut the crap As a matter of fact Yo grip around my dick tighten Yo lips widen Bitch holdin on to my pipe Bout to make sure her teeth whiten I'm finsta get inside twice When I'm bangin broads I'm nothin nice Niggas who run up on me don't know I'm a ghoul I said "what u finna do about this, fool!" Now I'm on the block Hover over outlines of chalk With that k, rock, Yay, hop Can't stop Dread PAC with warlocks Dead since the morgue Clocks shocked when I abort Fetal tissue out my mouth Like these rhymes drooling out Out my mind Find a 9 Time to stack federal crimes And Mac several dimes Covered in period blood tears and wine Only that Carlo Rossi that be that truth serum Cops try pin these cases On my face but my ears ain't hear em Shit
9.
Spaghetti Blacc feat. Holla Mane, Hue Mane & ILL Versus - It's All Murder (Remix) 01:55
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My momma couldn't calm me down Now I'm the middle of the street firing rounds Once it's in my head It's out of my hands Programmed by a gram To slam and demand You can't stand a chance Break ya wealth Or bitch break ya self Keep to myself Is how I keep on the stealth Never know where it came Never know where it go Thrown and gone so quick And sick as the grip on a black 4 4 I hit the bong wrong Now the warzone is on Grabbing on my gun Like I'm Charles Bronson Niggas wanna speak on me Think I'm delicate as fuck These niggas don't know me Know I ain't they homie Ho I tear shit up And air shit out Whatever the fuck the funk about That junk be tucked I click clack in yo face Till that pitch blacc gat spit that Hollow tip all up in yo shit Break yo self like a kit Kat Kid cuz now I'm correcting yo syntax And taxonomy with a lobotomy Blood ya lip get the wood bat When you bother me Get scratched off like tickets in the lottery You simp you quick to bite my mic your spit will never honor me You couldn't spit shit properly if I used yo mic fo yo own sodomy Ain't no holiday spirit But if I'm off these spirits Niggas fear it Nigga hear it as a promise The game gets deep and soggy like some condoms I flips and I flow Cuz I'm the only one who can Breathing straight flame Ransacking Japan They love it when I make em scream Yea that's my job A nigga in a mask Too crazy for the mob If I gotsta pull a sting Bet I gotta do it right Its all murder Whenever I whip out my mic And if a ho wanna sit her lips on it She better spit blood and fish stick vomit Cuz I shishkabob these broads It's comin up out the ass of a dead bitch Who's headless Defenseless Incentive to dissect Like how I dial up ya dialect There's nothing to protect It's all murder on the mic check Respect nigga
10.
Spaghetti Blacc - Mantra (Live) 00:59
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