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Hit A Liquid

from Tha Blacc Hand by Spaghetti Blacc

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On the blade like a sheath
In yo head with my teeth
Putin hoes in a stupor
Stupid I'm staying lucid
Illuminating game with my chains
And my name
Eliminating lames
Useless contained
I remove them from my plain
Don't buy the game they playin
I'm duckin these dimensions wretched
Sensing Tensions
Suspiciously missing
Niggas still folded and twitching
With holes in they head
Or wholly missing
I shoot yo soul out ya back
And pull some coal out a sack
Rail it
Start throwing blows at the bailiff
Assassinate like a savage the baddest Assailant
From the Wrath of madness
Blast ya house in half
Just for standing in my path
With my mossberg
You know the Hell's wind staff
Take a head off and laugh
Like I'm off some grass
But I'm on this hash
Like dead heads on cash
Feds sent hounds but never found my stash
But youza busta
And It's the news
Everything about your music just needs improvement
Like a useless version of a servant
And losing for certain
I Lose ya life
when I gets to lurkin
It's working
Blood bursting
Blood thirsting
Hurling curses
Snatching purses
Purpose strictly perverted
Chase pills with some bourbon
But back to ya merkin
Can't ignore it
Usurp a nigga's pulse
On his turf fuck a forfeit
The game only gets sicker
Wise up else I'm shooting you twice in the head nigga
Ya fucked
I gotsta organize my units
Memorize the way we do it
Only spit in clues
Staying true to the rules
Clips poppin
Coughing cuz I'm bogarting this kush classified tropic
And ya gonna need a douche when I drop this shit
You sucka mothafuckas
One match against spaghetti black'll leave ya cap punctured
I'm nothing good
For nobody coming out yo hood
Is that understood
Catch a quicker rapper cat quicker than a cop Could
And a cop should
Take a couple of steps back
Concerned for my pontiac like a Hypochondriac
Sausage and the sack
Suck and lick all dat
Like she smokin Somethin disgusting
Blowing like a trumpet
Blowing up ya function
Dead bodies by the junction
Graduate up from concussions
Just cuz I be dustin and lustin
Don't mean that I be trusting
A hoe
Nut bust and then i go
Hard like tungsten
Tongue spit venom like toads
You fuckin muffin
My musket
No fingerprints on shit that I be touching
Cuz if I touch ya
Ya goin in the gutter mothafucka
Discovered
By a pig law lover
tear my claws through another
Like a boxcutter
I got a hotspot where I like to hotbox rocks
I got a glock and both of us like to smoke alot
I'm like Camelot in sandals
Got some hoes and some handles
brandish my pistol
bandits disband in the transit
Grab his man it's the plan
Operation: stack a grand
Hit a liquid
Makin them sucks evaporate
Get it twisted

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from Tha Blacc Hand, released June 16, 2012

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