Dr DreBlunt Time

Artist: rbxdead! Intro (blunt time-pull out your philly)ha ha, mighty aftermath (sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest, dead! (blunt time-pull out your philly) (sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) In me ear dre. You hear me now? Dead! Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard Room for moving in, but that was on-ly mine Knick-knack, paddy wack give a dog a bone They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng Long beach city I wreck is my zone I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone You droop first blood, mother thought you was the lone It's called the ol'rambo, catch ambush Fool now break for ya two I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you gump I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push Narrator x is representor Long beach city-firmly represented Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor Freeze mcs, don't ent-or I'll take like anne arden's new chips in wint-or The meatphors are meltin, style is beltin Or since I'm sun i'll melt the metaphor I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin Chorus Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli Dancin, puffin, sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin Repeat Dre's bad beats they rat-tat-tat-tat X flex lyric they can't come back Fact: el-elevant, elegant and eloquent no s**t I boots hits, throw tantrums like ella fitz Nah, the member x but you'll remember x indeedy Now remember don't contest the (? Frex?) Got you in spot like lindscrafter but you try to diss I burn you like backdrafter After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter Shot your punk a** like elec now it's Similar to this, ha what's the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics Chorus Mighty aftermath! Once again. Can't hold us back Attempts wiil be futile, it's way to brutal Refuse, refuse(dead!)you lose(dead!). Dead!(indeed) Hear me now narrator-to-the-x, tellin anyone who contest The mighty aftermath posse(who? Who?)dead! (murder!)exclamation point! (iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) (blunt time)ha (sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, don't'cah friend) (blunt tiiiime)mighty aftermath to the 9-7 (roowl, iiiiiiii don't wanna fight no more, no no, oooh) (blunt time, blunt time, blunt blunt, yep!)
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