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whole game on swole + cypherphonk remix

from eternal mousou by Spaghetti Blacc

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Catch a whiff of the lick
Buckle up quick
here come the whip
Leave em Layin dead
blood red like licorice
Make a wish that nigga lit
Rip shyt tossin trash cans
Cuz I'm coming so niggrish
Doin damage
Sound like I was tossin hoes
In da back of my ham sandwhich
But that was u swallowing my fist
Standing over u like "dam bitch"
You lookin mo red than a canvas
So they gonna find u in Atlantis
Wingspan chuckin
Niggas be duckin
Get trapped betwix my talons
Now say that shyt to my face
Before you get dropped on my battalion
Coming so raw like I just fucked a stallion
Blood up in my paws
I'm jaws unchained
Creeping thru the fog mane
Serving the law a free hot dog
Like it's baseball bitch
I'm goin to work
Liberacci fingers bouta make the beat twerk
Beat off my tech skeet shells in yo smirk
Reek havoc raise hell
Fuqq niccas amazed
Chop my way thru these raids
8 arms swingin blades
Napalm up in my brain
The game smoked like an eighth
My ace broke out the safe
I taste coke on my face
I waste punks they disgrace
I hate bunk ass rappers
Wetter than snappers if u claiming fake
Yo name I erase off the tombstone
And place that chisel up in a cop's dome
I'm gone off that homegrown
And roaming thru the school zone
I blew bones left with red lipstick up on my gat
Throbbing Mack 10 in my other hand
Can you deal widdat???
When will they learn to jus hand me the pure
I am both the disease treatment & the cure
The whole game on total swole ho
& U da next that's gotta go
Mmn
Still blacc born spaghetti
swingin machetes
U thought I would leave the game
How can I when you're not ready


Said nigga youza fuqq
Bet it must run in ya family
Cuz I done seen the way yo kids run from my clan
It's that finger twistin bastard castin spells
Tossin shells
Sun of hell
Sportin bitch repellant
Tossin bottles on niggas
Crackin skulls makin a killin
Null be my only feelin
My eyes sweatin in the scope
I wouldn't give a fuq if u was the pope
Even if u was my momma
u can expect some drama
And I ain't talkin bout beats
But yo tech might jam in the streets
Now you got a face full of toe jam
Espionage done scanned u down
And fucked up yo whole program
Niggas can't understand
Where on the menu can they eat spaghetti over beef
Punching out all of them yellow teef
Now u mumbling when will I ever cease
Got my gun tucked up in yo fuckin gums
Fulla heat
U waitin for a nicca to let u speak
Yo body parts up in crates
I'm chewing on yo intestines like cake
You got
Hell of a lip to run on a nigga
But if I'm covered in blood
Staring at the sun
It's yo mistake
Yo life's for the taking
But you knew that
Who that crew fulla rap cats
Spaghetti blacc schitzo gnats
Plus wit bat shit senility
Telekinetic abilities
You just a relic u feelin me
Or do I gotta spell what I'm dispelling
Welcome 2 H-E-L-L

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from eternal mousou, released October 20, 2015

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