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mutantllama
Active Member
I WANNA KILL A MARINE
I WANT TO RUIN HIS FAMILY
POINT A GUN AT HIS HEAD
ONE SHOT THEN HE'S DEAD
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER AGAIN AND AGAIN
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER AGAIN AND AGAIN
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER AGAIN AND AGAIN
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER ONE MOORE TIIIIME
I WANT TO RUIN HIS FAMILY
POINT A GUN AT HIS HEAD
ONE SHOT THEN HE'S DEAD
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER AGAIN AND AGAIN
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER AGAIN AND AGAIN
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER AGAIN AND AGAIN
I'LL PULL THE TRIGGER ONE MOORE TIIIIME
Srontgorrth
Member
zabu of nΩd
Free Insultation
- Feb 9, 2007
- 14,620
- 805
- 113
Einherjar86
Active Member
unknown
fuck ftagn
Blind Guardian
Member
When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform
Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane to spark the brain
with the building to be born
Yo faggot flip the track with the what to guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
Fake niggaz get blitzed
and mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it
When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform
Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane to spark the brain
with the building to be born
Yo faggot flip the track with the what to guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
And to perform
Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane to spark the brain
with the building to be born
Yo faggot flip the track with the what to guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
Fake niggaz get blitzed
and mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it
When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform
Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane to spark the brain
with the building to be born
Yo faggot flip the track with the what to guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
Cronopio
Glorious Imperator
Krigloch the Furious
Pants full of poo
after reading reviews of the Ampeg SS150 guitar amp.. it does not sound as good as my Ampeg VH140c head.
fuck!
always good to put shit on craigslist the same day you get it.
fuck!
always good to put shit on craigslist the same day you get it.
Cronopio
Glorious Imperator
King Richard
Hello there
limpbizkitsoulja
Member
- May 5, 2011
- 42
- 0
- 6
Psycho female blowin up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin' loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey I'm a humble man
Kicking out the jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business
I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage
Stay away from all the bros. in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or i'll be slammin them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80's live
My attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries
No limits G
Phat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile
In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that green
All I know, all I know, that you must be fucked up in that head
I got a little problem, just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that - [2x]
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fucking whore
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin' loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey I'm a humble man
Kicking out the jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business
I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage
Stay away from all the bros. in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or i'll be slammin them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80's live
My attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot, now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries
No limits G
Phat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile
In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head you don't even know
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that green
All I know, all I know, that you must be fucked up in that head
I got a little problem, just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that - [2x]
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that, why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fucking whore
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again, stuck you got your brain on my green again
mutantllama
Active Member
limpbizkitsoulja
Member
- May 5, 2011
- 42
- 0
- 6
