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Badlands feat. Tha Turflingz

from Tha Lost Doccuments by Spaghetti Blacc

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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

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from Tha Lost Doccuments, released March 20, 2012
Prod. by DJ Slate

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