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Mantra feat. Tha Turflingz

from Tha Lost Doccuments by Spaghetti Blacc

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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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from Tha Lost Doccuments, released March 20, 2012

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