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Tha Lost Doccuments

by Spaghetti Blacc

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1.
Badlands feat. Tha Turflingz 08:57
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Who spit where they hear bustas at That mac that Pack that Pistol plaque Spaghetti blacc back on the track In tact in fact get pistol smacked Baron samedi can't damage spaghetti Pathetic already dismembered machete Like voodoo brewed down in the bayou push a pin inside you On sight when I eye you Despise you Cut you down despite who You might've called cuz they won't come through Let's see how hype you can get When a vet with a rep snipes ya windpipe nothin but net Gauge to ya face Can you taste an acid flashback Hazmat plasma in my blunt hit and pass that Spaghetti blacc ski mask Wrath of a psychopath Trance till his last chance Blast on ya man's fast Sending smoke signals in this fucking game Peep the flames when my gang aim for ya brains Nigga I'm mincing and clinching Triggas so nigga resisting Is a Simply a stupid fuckin decision You niggas tried to kill me And ya fucked up So even on the run You ain't much but a sitting duck Nigga Rolled up like who gives a fuck Nigga Psycho trippin Got me biting and ripping No slippin in my pimpin that's a motherfuckin given Check my entrails if ya children is missin Cuz I'm strapped and snapped clap at demonic visions Before I wake up on the beach Surrounded bout to be a dope fiend's feast Spit rounds Peel crowns fa real get down Then wake up in a mask with a flask clutching a 4 pound Now I'm about to freak this To pieces made of recess Yo clan be an extinct species See me on ya tv and pc Selling CDs Dropping feces Game needs me you stupid beezy Police increase means I gotta peace Cuz my dogs got no leash And I got a piece a 357 sittin on some hashish You know I used to smoke till my lips bleed Lookin like I just ate flesh Wondering if those dead hoes miss me Takin scoops out they brain like x To see ice cream Takes game and prowess And powder that flower The powers it's ours Fuck dem cowards Sour as a rotten skittle My pop quiz will leave you riddled sittin in the hospital Whittle whittle whittle With my knife on ya wife Like all day and all night Ain't that right bitch My mind ignited On sight now he's blinded His crew ain't behind him Drop off a couple of blades inside him Leave him and Let the maggots find him My madness is grinding And striking like lightning Frightening the quiet Crystal ball of a psychic Aight trick See I be wading through the land of shadows with a bic With a blunt and broke niggas reaching for it so if I'm on ya tail ya best guess Is That yo ass will get smoked then extinguished See I don't even merk these niggas no more I play my beats in yo street, Townspeople prepare the Ritual Ten citizens in ski masks huddle Around a hot base pipe plottin nothin but trouble He who inhales and paid no price Lives amongst the dead a human sacrifice It's your cutty livin large With the taped up windows Smash in an old gold stolen rental pinto Steering like a missile In the game like Nintendo Fuckin with me You know that shit be detrimental Spit like a dope fiend Master ketamine Prophetic apathy pathologically stacking green Brains in pieces like a puzzle When you come across this muzzle Motherfuckers wanting trouble Test my nuts I make you rubble And I'm out Word god it's the devil Keep a hand on my kettle These niggas wanna settle Keep yo kicks up on the peddle Rip the scale up off the richter When i needs another victim Stick the shiv up in em Sacrificing missing children Sick? A hospital ain't the place for a killa See me behind the 9 milla On yo set to get my skrilla put yo life on the line nigga Then I snort it Hit up yo mama's house And have the bitch extorted Contorted most of her body Prolly smacked her with the shotty Here's one thing about me Killins proudly my hobby I'm flipping like a spatchula saturated assassins Blastin mr ho no romance Who throws both hands Up like goddamn I'm a pimp have ya break down now like a slow jam And know ma'am There's no etiquette to popping properly See me acting sloppily I'm poppin on ya property Ask a pop-tart chart toppers There's probably no stopping me Got the game under monopoly Mock me I'm picking niggas face to scratch off with an axe like the lottery You tell me motherfucka Who done spotted me Obviously Not a bitch ass nigga from yo weak ass posse I'm creeping like the reaper Retrieve 9 millimeter CDs Glocks and refer X Choppers and ether I'm in the game just soakin Hoping broke niggas don't float So I Sow ya lips shut and Sever ya life support If you niggas catch me assed out I blast a round about yo house I'm teasing these beezies Its easy believe me And if you find a nigga's bones I'd suggest you burn em So there's no chance that I ain't returning I'm spaghetti accept no lesser I make pests Fester when they test my scepter Expect to have yo nuts put in a blender And explain to yo bitch what's good with yo gender Rendered irrelevant Shit and for the hell of it I'm a scoop yo bitch cuz I can I'm the man spittin flames To entertain no man Totally nomad Bad lad check the battle Program in the badlands
2.
Blacc Sheicc 05:22
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Aight cream puff Sweet stuff Spaghetti mean fisticuffs I'll call ya bluff Bet I must Imagine a nigga spitting so rediculous And the sickest of niggas So simplistic the trigga turn ya ass into dust I ain't fluff Blow gust Smoke puff Cuz rush we ain't got time for justice To rhyme My purpose Premeditated psycho circus Get nervous I Think they heard us We in they crib With shivs shit niggas think we room service My tomb fa certain ain't workin Can't strap me down Can't handle me clown I pull ya bitch straight out her gown And I'm back in the night Looking for weak Niggas to eat Nigga diseased like lepracy Even my nigga lil ill won't sit next to me Got that evil recipe Cookin up in my brain Seasoned with ecstasy Caught some shit that was goin around Like these evil sounds Rotting my dick off But still I made ya bitch go down Slow down Got pulled over pull out the four pound Like you in the club get down Just another 187 in the 718 These mc's wish they lyrically raped On tape I'm gonna go ahead and spit that shit from the rap game's wake eat my cake Cousin I been big ballin for a minute now By the time you done heard this shit Done loaded my hallow tips Decoded messages sentenced To lose his appendages Remember it's the coldest Boldest to behold this side of the mold I unfold Into gangsta tendencies So tremendously it worries me Will the game remember me The tenderest splendor I can't see For free Shit ain't cheap You be Counting bloody sheep When I blast you in yo sleep But don't trip Cut off a nigga's hand if he ain't got my grip Demand to see some grands or shit finsta start killin these hostages And I won't apologize We'll see what flies when my gat aim for the sky I be high off formaldehyde fuckin wylin until I die
3.
One Man Occult 04:16
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Artillery steady tellin me release shells Po Po's impatient waiting for stool pigeon smell To pop off But I'm slidin like syrup Vomit brains when I cough Drawin my foes nearer Keeping my safety off A cannibal hallowing out heads for the antidote Megalomaniac trip straight tyrannical I'm finna start Spazin Start havin All types of fits with this hatchet When I step up in yo whip And commit this hit up on ya click Cuz we possessed sniff chalk outlines with gunpowder Sess and Xanax Glad bag caskets for these cowards With they blood upon my chess I guess I bit that bitch's arm and ripped it off her breast Cuz that bud got me needing to gouge out my eyes Or yo eyes Anyone's eyes Lemme just get a pair of thems with a side of fries Cuz you won't believe What you about to see When you battle me Expect casualties Assed out with a sass mouth that stink like bad trout Smash then smash out About my cash route I flip Simply the quickest nigga in tha syndicate Sinister suspicions listen I'm bout to kick it It's wicked bitches better lick it from the spigot Specially since i'm the nigga dippin with the golden ticket Pickin bitches hittin switches sittin on yo regiment Dodgin duckin out of luck finsta let my pistol bust Dirty hoes at the doe Sneakin in my 44 Buck buck like a psycho With a knife and a rifo Folded up in the cut With a shank in yo guts muts snuffed cuz they cuss like puts Trust clutch bust adjust to dust plus I'm boisterous bitch puff my puss So Am I on ya radar? Spaghetti blacc tar mac Burn like a quasar
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Mantra feat. Tha Turflingz 03:25
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Bitch you got the wrong damn attitude You Got the whole damn Turflings clan fuckin mad at you Killin my buzz Wasting my high Hop off these shrooms And make everybody die see junkies in the jungle lookin for home base I light they ass on fire and smoke a fiend to the face And I do it moving I'm losin if I'm staying in place Runnin like I bet I'll win the fuckin human race Next up to bat Bout my paper chase Comin to yo crib strapped Don't Vacate the place My game's thick, creased, laced and draped Make player haters evaporate so evacuate When I reach for my waist So I can relate to you how this bullet taste These bitches eating up my tape Like spaghetti on the plate I already demonstrate Undead demonic traits Irate DJ slate can't wait to let me violate The fate of fake ass niggas who pirate his tapes talkin Eyes gouged out by snakes Left in a lake His bitch pushin a whip with no brakes I'm nothing fake Receive complaints from saints Since they find my prints on AKs and spray paint If it's a gang of y'all versus me Believe me my guns finna be shootin up till I'm on my back And I done smoked my last sack Of crack And best believe my ghost is gonna hit you attack Fa racks On track Buzzed and illin Permanently chillin So bitch what the business is It's the nigga make a decision Flinch I'll make an incision quick It's a cinch since this figga in ya face nigga is fuckin ridiculous Drop in on yo kin make ya swim like icarus I'll start a fight With a crippled saint My songs is tight Cuz I ain't ho Creeping up sleak the blacc sheicc is a psycho Popping these pills like clips in the rifle No sweat or regret for spilt blood on my tech I suspect you got wrecked cuz I ain't get yo check Disperse on ya turf like a curse of the worst Since the birth of the earth I got yo name on my Hearst But first I got a message For contestants I leave mental impressions That bring to mind concussions And ya blood gushin I'm thrustin nut bustin and punchin on ya bitch Like make her jack off my clip then I fire at her clit Astounding phenomenal catastrophic Rap Catatonic yet not exhausted I'm bossin flossin lost in Austin Bitch tossin without caution Bitch I'm not pausin Just hand me the old english And watch these bitches get extinguished I relinquish bitch ass business But watch me freak the pussy out when I step up in this And Now the judge can't even fuckin End a sentence Cuz I'm lacing my p's and my s's in my message And I'm guessing she ain't stressin but don't bet on no lessons I just pitch game like "bitch fetch it" And so it was written cuz bitch I etched it
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Retaliation 05:50
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Check so for the record I'm a leopard with a scepter I'm a navy sub short a couple of peppers I kill a set of contenders Straight Spaghetti blacc pretenders Get tossed into the blender Impending return to sender I'm the sniper with the viper Probably super hyper Pucker up on this dick bitch Like the pied piper Decipher My hype strife knife strike mic's like a lighter Smoking sonny chiba like a street fighter I pick up my forks and then i hit the road I eats my supper of punk suckers and then i reload The craziest nigga spitting funk from a gattlin gun A rappin captain Mac bitch guess you're battling one Do the math nigga, Just cuz I'm floating in data Don't mean nothing Pick yo plot and get dropped till ya splatter That's why ya homies done scattered Servin spaghetti by the platter Blacc matter Mad hatter Bitches on me like lather Or rather Like news on the disaster Learning game from the master In the chasm of my castle Where I got a cast of bastards With blasters Niggas get a hold of the mold Like my dick made of plaster Shake niggas off my nuts And Flush em down the crapper No joke Kill a track Packin nothin but a straight jacket Spittin straight laughter Hit the parking lot still mackin It's the immaculate Nigga hittin flawlessly accurate I'm shaking These niggas losing they faith Saving they grace Over my statements Replacements and mental patients Wait and let a nigga lace this the basics and basically This nigga done went ape and raped the shape of things In space now from the shame form is faceless Now this nigga with a chrome in ya home of all places But was he ever summoned Was there time to wonder before these tips hit ya stomach Then this nigga started runnin Cuz he know retaliation is awaiting Like a train one stop away from his fuckin station Bout to collide with a train stayin the wrong way facin Embrace it If I take a shot Other niggas on the block gotta chase it I'm living and I'm sacred And You're living in my basement Live by the base zombified when I face it Flamin pipes on yo street Means rise and shine to the smell of fresh beef And fresh beats mean a nigga ain't got nothin to lose I got ludicrous tunes that'll turn a tomb outa you Make some food out of you And some furniture to Prepared to burn my whole crib When the Feds raid through And cop a cave just to pop Quaaludes with my crew Till we're through
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Committed 01:17
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Creep with me patna Down memory lane A nigga couldn't even get a fuckin look from a dame My shoes was plain Mane I had no game I was hella tame Watch the wick lick the flame Lick the tick and the tock Of the grandfather clock Now that picture's in a frame Hangin At my fireplace Where pimps discuss game til it scorches our brains And see this be the heat I bring to the street Make hell on earth Take names on a hearse They'll tell you the truth Yo Hoes flock to me Like my bullets to you So stingy with the science That I'm flippin Adlibin ass niggas Get the fuck up out my kitchen Thanksgiving baller livin off his chickens and his pigeons Steady workin the blade like they head cut off Skulls shrunk around my neck if you think I'm soft I'm slamming hammers over jams by the tandem Disbanding rhymes with chimes at random Bending spines demanding that you memorize this anthem Leap out the dark when i creep like a panther Scholars think they can master my flow Still can't predict the next hit to be committed by a psycho
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Hack/Hijack 03:47
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So it might not look it But I ain't the type to book it Crooked I stare down the crack when I cook it On barbiturates we the slaughterhouse syndicate Simply so sinister cuz our Victims be innocent Spillin it Holding onto my sauce like a Sicilian So I'm still in it And stealing it As soon as you made the deal I keep it infinite and real Like intricate with general appeal Slam like Steel Shaquille O'Neal I need a lethal dosage of ferocious potions Potent shit I'm smokin Bust my lungs wide open Staring at the moon croaking And Overdosing In the plane between realms I gain the helm Brain telling me to click Into some gangsta shit On the clock Means the scene's gettin shot On yo block For the price of 3 lives of 3 cops You niggas tried to stop me? But ya can't High like a blimp. Smoke like a tank You niggas wanna copy So you'll try But yo pen will hop up off yo page Engrave my name across yo fuckin eye These niggas won't even know what to say They shoulda never crossed the fuckin game Spaghetti take aim Off pills that kill pain Sustain the sight Of brains painted across highway lanes in the night Sending signals and symbols To the Ignants in riddles Fuck with us get sent to hospitals It's critically pathetic Plenty niggas sent to heaven Over petty treasures but spaghetti's measures be Heavy artillery Step and it'll be Your clan's misery If you owe to my name you owe rent to yo grave Your the earth's to reclaim Doing dirt in the game I'm serious serial delirious ethereal Keep bitches on their heels with electric eels Bitch here be the crew coming to lynch you And I'm out for the 1 2 for dumb hoes who ain't knew I'm sneaking I'm creepin I'm leaving heads leakin I'm geekin and peaking Into a deity being Meaning I'm leaving blood on the ceiling When I catch a fiend's feeling Believe me I'm never gonna quit being greedy So if it's you I'm helping now its you I'm probably deceiving got a ski mask on i can't blast in my beanie Got a key of hash oh now niggas wanna see me Shit..nigga They better buy my CD or leave me like they weed's all seedy They tapes all sheety Mo niggas witme Than the cutthroat committee I bash niggas with these raps Tongue flipping forth and back Like an acrobat on crack You niggas is mad slow Tryna be aggro when I know You'll make no fool of me I'll spit this crazy quick shit fa ya eulogy You ain't news to me New niggas bruised up so usually Soon to be swimming with the fishes Niggas don't listen Thizzen on my mission Nigga that's the life I'm livin Sinner only when I'm inside ya sister With a package to deliver I quiver Because the game bears my name And I roam the earth lookin for someone who spits the same Or decent I recognize niggas by they creases I puts in their faces when I leave em speechless deceased in pieces
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Creep Wit Me 02:33
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9.
Pump Action 02:37
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What's happening nigga Come lace ya Patna Is u bitin my style Somebody better watch ya I got cha The top notch maniacal monster When I rock ya concerts And stomp ya sponsors I've heard yo shit Honestly bonkers How cowards get it twisted I mean to be specific They think I'm just rappin Just nappin when I start the clapping Bloody head in yo sheets nigga what happened Somebody grab the squirter I'm finna start zappin I rat tat ricochet Splat Peel yo cap back Cat spat way more wack Than the god blacc Tux is must when the glock bust Traccs get pushed back when cats get crept on Stepped on Mossberg to ya face get yo safe Then we get gone I cheat with my mistress And sleep with my weapon Niggas start to trip I pop the clip in Armageddon Knocked yo bitch yo why you sweatin Less zen than a reverend Never lend a bitch for bendin Pretendin now is suspended On record I'm finna end it And sever ya fuckin tendons You be the last man defendin Some nigga no one remember
10.
Brains 03:16
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I could sell pussy to a eunuch You pimpin in a tunic like a lunatic Ya game needs fine tunin Make room for me to ruin And peep these thoughts I'm brewin I'm hungry for human flesh And I ain't got none for losin I'm lookin for the chewin Chewin new sinews And the boys in blue just be lookin for a clue I keep a cloak of weed smoke Like a ghost in Reno Bouncing between the fiends' spot On the block and the casino A c-note is a bandage I damage what you manage I'm a comet and I'm landing If you're standing on my planet I'm flowin ho but i ain't Tepid Packin weapons when I'm steppin looking just like the intrepid When I'm smebbin Niggas know to call me the reverend Cuz without an intervention I'll just send ya ass to heaven When I pull out the musket Trust believe i'ma bust it till my guts is rusted Or the earth's crust combusted And the weed will still be talkin to me Like I hold the key to everything this spliff needs Even though this joint indeed was put out by G Last name blacc First name b spaghetti

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released March 20, 2012

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