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Correct War Party (Feat. Horror City) Lyrics
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Featuring Horror City I'm that dope up in your brain with syringes Comin through kickin doors off the fuckin hinges I'm in this like forty fiends on seven day ventures Comin with my family offend the great beginners The slender of a never ending back bender My agenda be the legal tender blue fox in the winter Say it with me yes mad style in the streets Bitches that be blowin up my hip with mad reaps Murder me? You musta never fuckin heard of me I get thank you letters for my mind, you see, I'm fillin vacancies And don't even mention surgery, because they awarded me For bein a man who do the most to boost the industry Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me Now it's singletary, now imagine me, an entity (uuhhhh!) If I cut you through, you not bleed If I bust up in a guts, douching out????? I hear the silent dope fiends scream It's gotta mean somebody's scheme, on the stash again I'm spittin hollow points like phlegm I'd probably bring a friend but he'd say Ease, I'm driftin off in the galaxies Feel the sea freeze throughout vicinities, eeaaaww!! While prophecies that kick the sky splits Omigod, droppin clips is this the end? Forever I'll be never injured, why because the devil had me shook I'm shakin, this evil spirits takin flesh is bakin in Here's a, special delivery, of the pain and misery Can you maintain it? The degrees of temperature can be caused I'm the guy that pulls the wool over your eyes, and move I watch streets, the 45s in the skies, and be Whatever y'all call that, that bridges the gap And in suspended animation and reality rap Picture like Kodak, and wax floors clean, is Kojak Engine Novak, or front row wigs get blow back Deacon, comin up the reel with the wicked Two felony convicted, college? Verbisin? Murderin, open up your guts kid, what? I'm diesel like three fifty, woke up with mad cuts And don't give a fuck I snatch the soul out your back, so how you figure You could hold your fuckin own, you're a clone Alone in the world know? I Gender B? Once a friend of me, now we're known as bitter enemies Check it, check it We charge up like a nine volt, drama beef You better hold I pack a 45 Colt with a mad kick Cause when I lit, the ho's got snitch You better duck quick before you get your shirls knicked split I blaze knock this one, it's on it's on, for reals Steel pull out, call my bluff, a nigga fade to sear In a second or a minute I reckon I be in it Put all rings for high beams tanks????????? Enough of this S and M Them leather wearin bitches whippin men >From a corner of a dead end, I can't forget my dead friends And that's what makes my brain sporadic Plus I got a bad habit, of mixin alcohol with automatics Who got static? I came to set it off and get this party started Those who provoke, is gettin choked, I aint no fuckin joke My friends won't go anywhere with me, anyone in the vicinitiy Charged with conspiracy get death by electricity Niggas get confused, not knowin what I'ma do I sit and wait for niggas to make an ill-advised move I save the way that could be from here to there Bustin shots, some secluded spots you don't know where So where art thou, where art thou Talkin about your dead family members, pal, don't fuck around Or for cryin out loud, tellin' you now from Jump Street Whoever steps up I'm leavin them bleedin' profusely
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