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Death Rattle

from Tha Blacc Hand by Spaghetti Blacc

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Prod. by Zenmaster Dead

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At the scene with the guillotine
And all was silent
I violate on sight with the volition to get Violent
Conspirin
To translate the game that I inspire upon my scribe cannot inquire
But that's survival
Heat seaking vampires
Be dry try my supplier
A geyser
To my surprise
I refuse to expire
Naw
I ain't kill that bitch yet
Cuz the news would know if I cut his strut into a fidget
Some think I'm losing it
A maniac lunatic
Getting high like the lunar eclipse
Can you get with it?
I wear your ass out like a boot and then I kick it
Point blank with a tank
Point is moot so I blast
With hollow tips at ya head
That point at ya ass
Niggas ain't got enough testes
To respect me
So I'm stickin niggas up
Not lookin for plenty of pennies
Stack yen
Calling attacks like the captain
What happened?
You was yappin
So see I started slappin
Come with crap
i Took out the gat and popped a cap in
Cuz that's money out my pocket
Yo words don't even make sense
Since I'm the rapper
You shut the fuck up
Or hit the fence
Shit I might've flew off the handle that time
Actin bad but that's the way that I am
Go and find
A nigga whos game can't succumb to mine
And I'll drop him on the spot
Like a snitch do wit a dime
Who commit a crime
I ain't see shit
No victim no witness no evidence
I see justice is blind
But the game sees all
Recognize you when you crawl
Watched that a razor can't go to war with a chainsaw
The 1 station is where I'm impatiently waiting
For ya main bitch to come through yo and pay a donation
They say a dog
Is man's best friend
But I go a walkin my glock
Cuz when it bark ya life end
Never was humble
Giving everyone trouble
Motherfucker I'm pissed
But never been stuck
One way or another
I'll make the world give it up
Thinkin my life was for the taking
Or that I wasn't gonna make it
My game can't be contained so yo mistaken
I'm raping everything sacred
Till the inside's vacant
Naked I burn corpses like an addict
After I let my every persona have a stab at it
Shaking my dick like a jammed magazine clip
A maggot magnet
Pilled up feeling up a still skirt straight manic
If it's all in my head
Then Indeed I'm twisted
Only on this earth
Cuz I believe I was gifted
With Dreams of homelessness
I Let a cockroach sit on my dick tip
Without a flinch Skeeted quick
and I think that killed it
The dying twitch of the antenna
Like a finger on the trigger
Of a stolen Barretta
Of another dead nigga
As life disappears amidst the smoke and mirrors
Its Clear as the final frontier
What put me here
Be about ya skrilla needs
Or be devoured by enemies
My beats let me breathe
And apparently let you bleed

If I'm in a k hole my homies dome shots be fatal, vets peddle and settle debt collectors prenatal, game was dripping out my cradle so I put in a ladle, labelled unstable yet able to put time on the table, then I bet the planet earth, merely material possession shit's of no worth no sir, I'm sure to hear my shit you'll need sonar, the only time I come down I land on a cop car, went from pills to bars, like rocks to shards, like tabs to tar, ask escobar, I'm a ring leader of heat bringers and opera singers, my shadow's merely musket gunsmoke that lingers, it don't matter who put these rocks in orbit, if I see it I'm gonna crush it and snort it whore

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from Tha Blacc Hand, released June 16, 2012

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