Lyrics

Goin'out to my nigga Rob Swift For having faith in me I'm a show niggaz East Coast is back And all that other shit is gay I represent for Manhattan Time to set it Tech 9 dreams, and mack (a lever) wishes In for red is beaming on the target makin'sure there is no missing Your funeral you know who's blowing kisses at your widow It sounds fucked up but your widow's doing dildo (ghetto) You and me and your death she didn't dwell You're living up in heaven but I know you're mad as hell No one knows I killed you except you (Whispering) But we all know that dead men can't tell sh... Homicides in the dark kid trace the bullet pick up the shell Doctor laid out your fuckin head Shakin'gates in heaven because she's fucking me Swingin' on God cause you need? to get to me Your spirit ain't shit to me kid step to me Your history goes (bust the ass) kickin' victory When it come to hardcore I am (epithomy) Of evil, so don't pull stucks like (cannival?) I bring storm Violence in the belly of the beast won't cease I packed the piece at least, this world permanently crissed? Far from weak, not too many better Hardcore is colored black but that shines like packed leather Food for thought, hush, eat my words, reads your mind MCs engraved in grapes I crush the wine A deadly breed no fag and bad seeds You'll never forget me like the jews will never forget Hitler's bad deeds Braincells are blown like a bike tire Ignites escape the mental hell I'm runnin' through the verbal fire I wonder if friends will see me at my best But I lost a lot of friends of violent crimes in the process My attitude's (I miss) I like drama Forget about my crimes I smoke a lot of scammer I have few things to live for but even more to die for My niggaz out the street is what I strive for To die unheard, I won't grant it Six feet under this planet, unknown I can't stand it Platinum don't mean shit When you've perpetrated someone else's lifes And their life ain't legit And how we livin? we livin day by day Ain't no tellin' on earth how long you get to stay Microphone friction with diction in speakers Called feedback ? Be black when you attack Or repeat hear the words I speak Weak beat, strong vocals No question the beats, delete Grimm's voice is elite, Everyone loves a winner but what happens when the winner meets defeat? Nuclear thoughts boom radiation termination Clouds and mushroom spells doom to all creation. Fuck World War I or World War II, see Cause rap has gotta deal with World War Me And World War Me equal World War Three We can rhyme or either fight kid, so what's it gonna be?
Writer(s): Saul Hudson, David Kushner, Matt Sorum, Duff Rose Mckagan, Scott Weiland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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