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harvest scratch
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Sick of the Gafflin Shoulda stuck me when you had the chance Now you in the ambulance Cuz a pit done fucked yo ass Wit da full clip Cuz a nigga wasn't losin that grip Now who's the bitch I be lettin every single hallow tip rip This nicca b after the bud sak Budge when I say "run that!!" Ask a nicca They laugh I'm after blood like a maxi pad Cocaine got me tweakin shakin Leakin drool sedated hating baking Peepin fools seekin grease Poppin like cookin bacon & I'm rockin this baking soda From my sofa don't get it mistaken You don't hear about my life gettin taken But u fit the description of the departed Postin up on the milk carton Pardon the gunpowder pulses I be discharging Innocent niggas I be harming Simplistic ass niggas sittin soft as charmin Shoulda jumped in where ya fit in Steada me kickin down yo front doors while ya bitch ass is still shittin Cuz I ain't takin no bitch shyt From no dipshyt I gets bent You movin from the Bentley to yo new address In a casket If my ass getsta blastin Can't be shizznakin a nigga up out of this killer spit Cakin up this flake Rizniddle me this Twizzniddlin ribs Kizznappin kids How many lives can a ski guide take I ain't no fake I'm brain dead Covered in bloodstains Finza leave yo holy water tainted So follow me quick Cuz hollers quick like hallow tips to echo off these bricks Demon voices guide me But I ain't done kickin a simp Then Ima drag em by the collar Heard he'd off his own daughter For a dollar & I ain't got one But I'm always down to see the slaughter Cuz Fodder Is what I feed These bitch ass emcees Always biting me I'm never free You already chained up inside of my brain What u don't hear it? U finna feel this syphallis burn like gunpowder Foe I gets ta disappearin Ya John Doe ya don't kno You stretched out in the street like a limo From the fo fo if I say so tho ho Or Ima drop that ass from the seventeenth Flo After I sever that head you lookin like a squashed tomato so Ima get a grip on my nuts On yo mama On them niggas chillin smokin chicken at the liquor sto & u finna b the only nicca invited to they funeral My killings b serial But tonight y'all niggas is gumbo Nigga watch my gun grow Chrome plated tone Discharging into yo bone marrow Quick as sparrows to leave you moanin Nicca & we gon find yo ass in the mornin Ya shoulda knew You see this hamhawk tached to my shoulda It's coming thru At 666 miles per hour foo Fucc yo windshield nicca I'm gone off that powder str8 dusted Shit is goin critical read the baby intestines drippin off the walls I keep game rabbinical in the lab Injecting dope into my balls y'all I'm waiting on this acquittal Tryna jump ritt back into this thug shyt With my kit I'm selling swivel As I swerve but u ain't pullin me to the curb So god bless This nigga that nigga that made this Nicca pullin capers for them papers Fucc my haters I make em craters I'm frying cables Zap niggas up when I hiside Now it's a hooride Thought u was that nicca that was Ridin wit me I lied so u dyin pussy I be the macguyver of crack On some cider & smack U must b suicidal lookin at Spaghetti blacc like that ...Yo head goin thru the pavement Where ya ass found dead be that gravesite where u be Layin This nigga put the gat in niggas & put the N in gats Ain't no fucking wit these 2015 killas nicknamed gnats Niggas got the whole syndicate sellin sacks 4 tha scratch
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I pray to espionage
I jack the fancy cars
You decapitated by my jaws
After you crushed to death
Inside my palm
Finsta masticate off my own arm
Grab a shotgun
And sew that shit on
You know I'll respawn
Red moon in my eyes
Got these waves dropping science
I get em wet
Up into they person with 9 millimeters of silence
My steel is lubed up
Staring at the sky cus I gets high off the violence
Niggas could never really keep up wif me
My game is too thick
This ain't no rubric or rubix
I ain't spittin runic when I run up in tombs
Check my attitude & gimme room
Respect my tunes I anticipate doom
Stewing shake eating shrooms
Down by the lagoon wat goons
Flippin I'm equipped to start trippin
Units start rippin
Rule number 1 you don't touch pimpin
You end up missin
So nigga you finsta bow
Before you get put down on the beat
Understand you can't stand wit me
I need the chance to chop down into yo cranium wif da machete
I'm ready
Blacc born spaghetti bout to bore into yo belly
Where you keep yo crack
Yo fetti I'm cutting you up
Ho get ready
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