Testi musica canzoni

A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothafuckers,
your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her.
You're gellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me?
Now I'm-a show you fuckin' with me is a felony.
I'm crushin. Tell you suckers to start hushin'.
Shush, no discussion, cuz I'm-a start rushin'.
The payback, and I attack the pack that's wack.
The black mack: brown like a Cracker Jack.
Slick and quick. I got pick a bic to stick,
to kick some shit, chicks I dick with.
The One. Give up the fun with the gun, my son.
I don't run, I kick mothafuckers done.
It don't matter, I make niggas scatter,
teeth start to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter.
Arraigned. Breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain.
I'm standin' on your blood stain.
Hard to hold. I'm bold, I roll real cold.
Too much soul, dick made of gold.
I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell.
Now get well or die like a dry cell.
A rap villain. Chillin' and i don't give a fuck about a killin'
cuz I'm still in effect when you're illin'.
A terrorist. I terrorize like an assassin.
Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh.
Talk is cheap. I'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep
when I creep, you'll leap like athletes.
Slammin'. Examine what I'm jammin'.
Hey, I don't play -- I burn like a gamma ray.
Labeled prey, played to pave the way. Mothafuckers are scared straight...

[Interlude for shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse]

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The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher,
taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya.
Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has