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5 on Tha Blacc Hand Side

from Tha Blacc Hand by Spaghetti Blacc

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Cats like me
Be causing casualties
Casually cashing out
Sans a salary
Lyrical battery
Insanity
A Sample of my camp
Put a stamp on ya tramp
Spaghetti blacc abandoned the peace treaty
Cease to be easy
Best believe me
I'll rest when I roast my raps in the chest of the best
Got the west and east
Tryna peep this beast
Grab yo glock nigga
tonight we feast
Leave ya whole street deceased
Just for mentioning me
I'm a disease freeze hearts of these fleas
By increasing degrees
Blast the pollen off a bee
Need a colonoscopy
Probably
You shitted yourself
Since I spit shit properly
So send in the orderlies
cuz I'm convulsing
Check a nigga pulses
Spitting game thicker than robotussin
I'm bussin
Leave the planet with ya bitch ass malfunction
I'm huntin
Love to see blood gushin
Crack ya cranium
Like a concussion
You bluffin
Niggas get dusted
For nothin
In this human zoo
This how we do
Call of the wild
Freestyles by the vial
DNA evidence fuckin off my trial?
Don't fuck with me child
Look and I smile
Cuz ya heat look mild
I beat on my chest
No fear
Make squares disappear till I'm beamed outa here
It ain't a rush till that beams at ya dome
I ain't been told hush cuz I'm gripping my chrome
home alone patron no lights on
Voices, loud and boisterous
present many choices
Like I'm making every move in the game all at once
At the back of the club with the hoes and the blunts
These niggas think i'll snap
Consider me trapped
But I've never seen a bitch made of spaghetti blacc
Strapped to peel caps when I take a nap
And if I draw my shit I'm a use it
Any sudden movements bitch watch me prove it
If I lose it
It's because a nigga's improving the tomb of the groove
Space full of fools
Face full of jewels
No rules
Except no hooting from the stool
Erase niggas memories
Pretend to be a friend and see
Get popped on like shots from the paparazzi
Kakarot Off pot and a lot of oxy
Trotsky couldn't come up with a plot to stop me
Opium of the masses pass me the poppies
Swallow em
spit hallows that follow men
Formaldehyde stay wet like leviathan
I'm higher than the sky
Can't be pried out of my mind with pliers
Couldn't disarm a bomb by its wires
That'll ignite when you turn on ya tires
Expire
Expert mode pimpin spit ya Ho into a coma
From exhaling doja and yola
my hands on her like a controller
Takin pics with this chick's Motorola
to report what you hear you'll need a decoder
For what this mental patient state to skully and moulder
I'm over
The earth,
what good are these ruins
Of the Kingdom of man in the human zoo
In the 20 1-2, the stainless issue
Leave ya brainless
Muscle tissue rearranging
From the way I be aiming
Leave a human puzzle that can't be reassembled
Remember these are my games lames stay in your lanes
Or bathe in butane and flames
When I pull out my thang it's like pulling the reigns
On a battalion or a stallion
A snitch or a bitch
I'm finna get rich
And buy my way out
Like rise to the top of these bodies piled in a ditch
Without niggas on my team or a sales pitch

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from Tha Blacc Hand, released June 16, 2012

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Blacc Ski Weekend Industries, L.L.C. est. 2k13

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