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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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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
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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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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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5. |
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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7. |
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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8. |
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
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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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Spaghetti Blacc New York, New York
Blacc Ski Weekend Industries, L.L.C. est. 2k13
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