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dont play dat shyt (300 raps)

from DO NOT CROSS​.​.​.​tha remixes by Spaghetti Blacc

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Run up on you with the heat 22
You ain't got no face it's goo
Like uh skin fondue ooh
I be up in the fog too
I ain't goin out like Tim dog foo
I sever limbs
I'm gettin lit
I'm poppin lids
Up at yo crib
Youza stankin fib i'ma gank and make bank
The Uzi action
Got me laughin and I'm baffled
These niggas wanna battle
But they don't know how to battle!
The arsonist known as deft dark maestro returns

I'm Jason fool
But yeenaint Freddie
Yeenaint ready
Try to run up on a rilla like me
I'll kill ya wit the machete
It's spaghetti
Nose blood faucet of sauce
Now they droppin off roses at the stoop of ya house
The world may
wither into darkness
The world may be blind
But sho as hell ain't deaf
How the universe rilly sound to me
Take a guess
Like hot gas
You punk ass
I'm not impressed
I brought static
Cuz when I'm silent
I'm at my best
Going manic violent
Malevolent
Yo screams be hella irrelevant
Snip at yo seams
You in the freezer like
An ice cream sandwich
Goddamn it
Burning holes out this whole ozone sack
From the mountain tops
Busting up boulders before
I swoop like the albatross
That bird of prey
You pray you don't cross
Yea it's me
I got these niggas on the squeeze
with the talons on my feet
And these bitches cannot breathe
Till I release some steam
You know I spit on the beat to relieve the beast
Believe we at ease
Not eavesdropping in these streets
Who wouldn't be afraid to speak
With this glock aimed at yo beak
Peep the stool pigeon always singin for them pigs
I'll hear niggas out when they have no reason to live
I'm out on the under
constantly livin on the fringe
Peering around each edge
Cuz I keep a nigga head up in my fridge
And if his bitch gimme good ridge
I dick it down to the ribs
And when it comes down to it
You niggas don't wanna be seen in kingsbridge
If you were a serial killer in yo sleep
Would u turn yoself ova
Fuck that gotta hustle
Till I smoke myself in a coma
And son the game ain't cheap
Come unique punk
It ain't for the pockets of the weak
Money makes the world go round
And niggas adore it
But now these niggas can't afford to be in orbit
I'm soarin sordid morbid florid
Gas to the flo
We up out this ho
The stakes too high
For the snakes in my life
Watermelon on the front
Eggshell on the back
Gold on green
Alligator tapes mean spaghetti blacc
Lemme tell u somethin bout me
I'm a fiend and a jackal
Stick a king i'ma jack em
Wit them things which I be packin
My bitch don't rock corn rows
I got those
caught up in my smoke
Ho call me a pot hole
Now I'm about to tell the truth
Some bitches is stupid
And some niggas just be idiot proof
I bust 300 raps
On 300 tracks
So gimme my daps
Cuz I ain't takin no crap
Like a spartan
Grab the cash in the apartment
Then I departed
Like niggas on milk cartons
A target
Smobbin thru the city
Like a snob
Niggas get they heads chopped off for ()
So now ya toast
I be lookin at my own nuts like they playin me 2 close
Fuck ya values
I bring volume
Chokin off Valium
I'ma croak by the time I'm done with this album

Some pissy piece of pussy
Prolly won listen to me


Underground?
You can call me buried alive
And undead I stalk the earth
At the same time
Reaching to the outer limits
Breakin cuz I'm livid
Punk ass nigga I lih dis
Got these niggaz superstitious

Like the game was empty
I stepped on in
Squeaking on twin fins
Now reeling my bait in
What u catch
A couple niggas slippin
Wait till they in my boat
Then let em have it with me hatchet
Then I dump they body off
And they be wearin cement shoes
At the bottom of every river what?
a nigga that I choose
Who disobeyed the rules
Some bloody
Apologetic fools
Open me up I ain't got Nathan but hate for you
We the squawkin
Lambo Parkin mob
Ain't cha heard
By we I only mean me
And that crazy ass
Spiginetti VSOP

Spaghetti never slippin
Beast mode on a bitch
Minding my own skrilla
Neva givin a shit

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from DO NOT CROSS​.​.​.​tha remixes, released November 29, 2013

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