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Tytuł: Cock And Squeeze

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[Bugz]
  Gimme some hash
  and when i trip nigga gimme ya mask
  then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash
  that precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast
  get in your ass if you want have to leave and eagle mack (??)
  you want a see-through class
  dont take much to read you class
  bitch
  you broke as fuck and on the bus cuz your Regal smashed
  this shit is lethal _
  battle me i keep you mad
  put you in a sleeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad
  either _
  or feel the wrath of my heater that
  lyric punches makin meters blast on your speaker rack
  crib, club or anywhere where theres people at
  they love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at
  your girl's a rat
  tell that ho im not gonna beep her back
  dont need her black
  got too many other needer-rats
  who heater fat (??)
  i bet your gal aint fuckin with my gat
  im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat
  gone black
  your more whack
  than a gold sack
  you shown dat
  when you flowed
  that's a known fact
  clone rap
  suck a MC broad
  need to pick another field, go out and find you a job
  or either go out and rob
  because
  rappin' aint to function
  you out of place,
  like a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades
  while my innovative ways
  set your lyrics to a blaze
  put a grimace on ur grave
  im in the Guiness on a page
  of history
  puttin sucka niggaz out they misery
  its not a mystery
  my victories are bodacious
  it wouldn't matter if the judge is racist
  and i was battling your aces in your bitches bassment
  im un-fuckwitible
  thats literal
  face it, the general
  with senses of a senitle
  holdin on my genitals
  right before i send tha fo's (fools)
  down the earth like minerals
  even after centerfolds
  in videos, my ego goes
  in cagnito hoes
  from mosquito rolls
  mean and biter
  i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita
  you aint no writer
  it still dont even have a spider
  Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters
  yea yea bitch
  ya muthaphukkin biter
  
  Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
  Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
  
  Detroit niggaz roll deep
  hold heat and talk slick
  yea yea bitch
  stay off my dick
  
  [Kon Artis]
  i should tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife
  and sit you in the alcohol bath for the night
  and watch you strugglin strainin squeal for your life
  dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da life
  thats what i take from you
  meet u in fake humble
  attack your foundation until it crumble
  its me and my dog be on stumble (??)
  go _but stayin in tha right mind
  just to blaze a track
  to _or fake individuals that rap
  screamin up your bootleg like they scared and shit
  knowin that tha Kon Artis come prepared with clips
  fuller then male scriptures
  you watch u take pictures
  notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha
  told u niggaz before we got much to gain
  nothin to lose, curuptin the lives of all rules
  tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him
  tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him
  with venom in it to murder him
  servin' him right
  D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite
  we rock from state to state
  and city to city
  you make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities
  and nobody wanna size D bra
  _die wit side shit give it to y'all glit caught raw (??)
  raw raw raw raw raw
  
  Cock And, Squeeze, Bust
  Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us
  
  Detroit niggaz roll deep
  hold heat and talk slick
  yea yea bitch
  stay off my dick
  
  [Proof]
  I turn a hard nigga yellow
  and make his ass faster than a cheetah
  don't blaze no blunts
  but i blaze them thangs
  amaze ya gang
  wit bullets i rattle your frame
  whos that_
  stay suburban tusslin'
  playin dat 3 digits
  before cusslin (??)
  bustin twin glocks
  on your block
  yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your mailbox
  infared dots
  BLAHW
  caught your dreadlocks
  waitin for tha cops
  and tell him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac
  hot lead to flesh
  shot, bled to death
  like Red and Meth
  You need to Hoop Up
  Soup Up
  for battlin war
  that on the more
  i spattle ur horse
  got battle dates on your tour
  show up on you
  battle on ur encore
  _ wit dis shit
  on ur mic grip, you might slip
  hang it up
  hit like Sonny _
  peace to _
  rock til the early morn'
  this shit is on
  i got da problem fiend fiend problems
  my crew mugshot D12 uglier than the green goblin
  i bring fear too
  horror, near u
  a fact why nobody wanna hear u
  your whack bitch!
  what the fuck you thought would happen?
  when bullets start collapsin your frame
  maintain or bring pain
  freestyle fanatic named Pete
  fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat
  MC the extrordinair
  steppin on ur bunyan
  screamin 7 mile bitch eastside come from Runyan
  hold down your fort
  snort like cocaine
  Richard Pryor
  i clap more clips than a liver squire (??)
  
  yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought
  y'all niggaz get caught like saught im incredible like the hulk
  why settle for _nigga
  P-R the letter "O"
  my sex is hetero
  cash checks like federal
  yo hedero bitch!