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Meth @ 0:51
Yo RZA, yo razor!
Hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got hooray for tolerance!z resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror
Razor sharp, I sever
the head from the shoulders, I'm better
than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva!
Let's get together
ODB @ 1:50:
Yo! I come with that ol' loco, style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker, play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya
Crews be acting like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors, come out and play"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit stains in my drawers
So I can get fizza-funky for you
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang, rah!
Here comes the Tiger vs. Crane
I'll be like wild with my style
Punk, you play me chump, you get jumped
Wu is coming through at a theater near you
And get funk like a shoe

@ 2:57
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
Should I start your breath or should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got cum in them cause they nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick
When I see ya I'mma

@ 3:04
Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young hooray for tolerance! tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a hooray for tolerance! crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end
It's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots
Every hooray for tolerance! on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a hooray for tolerance! be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, Thug hooray for tolerance!
Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
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@ 0:56

Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit

When I take the Nina Ross ya know I gotta have it

I lay back in the cut retain myself

Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth

How can I makes my grip

And how should I make that hooray for tolerance! straight slip

Set trip, gotta get him for his grip

As I dip around the corner, now I'm on another

Mission, wishin, upon a star

Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar

In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real

Breakin' hooray for tolerance!s down like Evander Holyfield, chill

'till the next episode

I make money, and I really don't love hoes

Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe

I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops

But now I, make, hits, every single day

With, that hooray for tolerance!, the diggy Dr. Dre

So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot

It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

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@ 0:55

One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
hooray for tolerance!s gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
rap artist and I'ma start this
Shit up fo real, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal
Ill is all I've been hearin lately
hooray for tolerance!z hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
hooray for tolerance!z stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma hooray for tolerance! that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frontin
When I hit them hooray for tolerance!z like 'What you want?'
the battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind hooray for tolerance!z chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
but I'm tastin it now
And never give a dog blood
because raw blood
I have a dog like one bitin whatever
All up in ya gut
Give it to them raw like that
and ain't no love I do em all like that
Four right up in they back
Clak Clak
Close your eyes baby, it's over
Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but
nobody knows who did it
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@ 0:15

Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby

hooray for tolerance!s bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)

Listen close, I got duct tape and rope

I leave you missing like the fucking O'Bannons

One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy

That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me

Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming

Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach

hooray for tolerance!s know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?

One egg short of the omelet

Simon says: "shoot a hooray for tolerance! in his thigh and leg"

And tell him "catch up" like mayonnaise

I'm the sickest hooray for tolerance! doing it, bet that baby

These other hooray for tolerance!s dope, I'm wet crack baby

Yes, get back, get back boy, this a setback

Clumsy ass hooray for tolerance!s slip and fall into a death trap

Them boys pussy, born without a backbone

And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones

Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on

I aim at your moon and get my howl on

Some hooray for tolerance!s cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush

And when it come to that paper I stack books

You heard what I said

I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head

Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee

Shout out my hooray for tolerance! Fee

See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key

You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see

It's about money, it's bigger than me

I tell my homies: "don't kill him, bring the hooray for tolerance! to me"

Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman

Kidnap a hooray for tolerance!, make him feel like a kid again
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Bit on an obscure one but nice nonetheless
[Verse 2: Ras Kass]

I'm stickin hooray for tolerance!s like Mexican's in penitentaries
The hooray for tolerance!s is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me
Grew up off Avalon and Century
With a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry
Can't injure me
My momma fucked the Unibomber that's why I'm blowin shit to smithareens
I'm like (Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu! Wee!)
The hooray for tolerance! flying guillotine (Ha-ha!)
The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing
Before a hooray for tolerance! serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green
Fuck your team (hooray for tolerance!)
Crowbar eatin hooray for tolerance!s up like Edy, I mean (I mean)
It's time we started servin hooray for tolerance!s like they was dope fiends (Right)
I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing
In the bucket doin ninety-five like Rodney King
Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary
I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary (Bitch)
I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary
My prom night I was fuckin Carrie
Had her screamin "Bloody Mary!"

also i was quite fascinated by Eminem's

good luck trying to convince a blond

it's like telling Gwen Stefan she sucks ass

turned out it was "she's slod out" or something and im a bit disappointed :lol:

You like Ghost-Deini?!? You just might be the most perfect female on this planet, excuse a moment while i go break up with my girl :lol:

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Man in a venue demma 2 rah rah,
Wen dey wanna get it at a pu-na-na.
An I'm like cha, Coz dem blah blah,
Dat's it, I rest, me not a rah rah, rah rah rarted!
Bumba bumba clart it.
Gedda wid da rhythm, now get me started.
Me nah cum fer dex, me just on raves, (hey)
Nat fuss nat fuss ta fight a.
Girlfrend top, ya nice is nat right a.
Listen up every bredda in sight a.
I don't mean ta b impolite a.
But its like ya a begga beggin'

Fer ya breasts tonight...

@ 3:08:

And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tool. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh

@ start:

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin him
I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin
[swifty] Bitch it's too late
[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

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Andre @ 0:19

Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make love to the whole globe

And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move

Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb

Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty

I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gon' win

Now won't that make us all fools like class clowns

Praying Private Ryan comes round

Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second

hooray for tolerance!s in the street they want it, hurry

When hooray for tolerance!s start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry

A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray

Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"

Apparently not that's why you get what you got

Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"

The body of hot, the motivator of pots

Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release

Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you

What the future holds in its sweaty palms

Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move it like ya mean it she'll cum

Prom night might excite a down right fight like

White blood cell to the common cold rebel

Night gets jealous of day play is no longer

The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale

Big Boi @ 2:50

With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses

Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens

People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains

No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking

Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state

Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day

Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow

Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears

Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?

OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp

Got this thang licked like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps

Making that music that make your neck hurt

And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac

Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole

With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap

Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps

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Snakes, have you ever bought a rap album that wasn't in the charts for 40 weeks? :lol:

Two verses off of this track:

[Verse 1: Ghostface]

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded

You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping

Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth

Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
Baste that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

Verse 2: Ghostface]
Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years working for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

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@ 1:28

I heard the party goin on in there - YEAH
Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - YEAH!
Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)
Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from, Jerz to
Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella
I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin wit D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck
But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'
Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any hooray for tolerance! dat disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice
Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night
(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it
Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it
My crew do drugs that Duane Reade couldn't breed
Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys
Redbones I'm bonin, MC's be clonin
That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!
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Yeeeeah, no offence mate but the only place that considers that even vaguely credible as rap music is a small cross section of England...VERY small at that :lol:


@ 1:28

I heard the party goin on in there - YEAH

Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - YEAH!

Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)

Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin

Startin arsons from, Jerz to

Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment

Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up

Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella

I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin wit D

You be on Banned From TV Part III

In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup

You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck

But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'

Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat

Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets

Any hooray for tolerance! dat disagree, smack him in the teeth

Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice

Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night

(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it

Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it

My crew do drugs that Duane Reade couldn't breed

Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys

Redbones I'm bonin, MC's be clonin

That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!

My name must be he aint shit cuz everytime i come around girls be like HE AINT SHIT! :lol:

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Cam'Ron @ 1:28

Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, guerilla true
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the deal, ma we going to the dealer woo
No concealing, no ceiling I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you poof
Poof be gone, damn tough luck dag
Dag hooray for tolerance!s still doing puff-puff-pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell em
Hey back in a touched up Jag shit
Y'all hooray for tolerance!s wanna get in Cam's cerebellum
An old man just gon' tell em too late
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone
My last girl want me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say
Yes I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah you church boy, acting like a thief in disguise
Ain’t even my size, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby, I hustle, brought weed to the Chi, shit
And that ain't even a lie, please believe me
Gave Weezie a piece of the pie and
You can ask George or Regina
The whole West Side I explore with the Bimmer now
Kanye @ 4:06
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn
Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh
I'm ahead of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me wanna get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leaving it all behind
Kanye step away from the lime
Light like when I was on the grind
In the One-Nine-Nine-Nine
Before model chicks was bending over or
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen-year-old
Sell drugs or get a job you gotta play your role
My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later, the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirro'
How we out in Europe, spending Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MCs
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything including the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorties at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said, "Sorry, Mr. West is gone"
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this whole song:



That was me in BK on Atlantic

Never looked both ways, ran in traffic

Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant

Placed where the steel and cement became nature

Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous

Cityscape where the blood of good men courses

And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain

Take a knee to the gods and get horse shit

Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it

Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred

Shit'll get in your head and cause panic

Have you desperately begging to get famous

Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned

Sanity on the fringe of distorted

Who are they to just take shit and hoard it?

Who am I that I don't get my portion?

The most impressionable minds get molested

And informed by manipulating forces

Don't fret little man, don't cry

They can never take the energy inside you were born with

Knowing that, understand you could never be poor

You already won the war, you were born rich

You can only take the energy you had

Going back to the realm or the home where your lord is

Whoever whatever that lord is couldn't

Give a fuck if you ever made fortunes

Fuck anyone ever trying to run that bum shit

Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live

Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us

Don't understand love's importance

And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth

Where the ashes and dust got formed in

[Killer Mike:]

The beat breaks and your teeth break

Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake

It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs

Falling out your mouth and on to the landscape

Me and El-P do the secret handshake

Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face

'Till he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake

(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say

Into the wild, wildstyle ghetto child running wild

Where the lions and the owls stay

The powers that be even offered up reprieves

Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees

But they can give that to the kings and

Queens and the worshipers of idols and followers of things

Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages

It's kill or be killed and I'm working with the averages

My professor Emeritus say we been cursed being brought to the Americas

How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage

Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages

But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative

Product of a teenage love,

My arrogance to rise from the pride

And the job my parents did

Named Mike I was told it was godlike

Even danced with the devil, came out alright

OK, honor y'all? No way

Still spell America with the triple K

Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea

And any MC peepin' what I go through

Real rap, my last line's so true

Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu too

We do it for you

Edited by Mansin Humanity
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this whole song:

El-P has some stuff that just blows my mind. Have you listened to much of his solo stuff?

@ 1:15

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off grey haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe
So I saluted him there, waiting for the A
Trapped on the empty platform without the option to escape
Gave him the standard: "Yo, what up man, how you landin'?"
And the hypnotized response was no surprise: "I maintain"
"Yeah we all do, that's the standardized refrain
But on some really real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?"
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth
On the train now, a caboose
In his brain now, no recluse
80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth
Metro-card like: "you get what you pay for, stupid", no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose
The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'..shit"
@ 3:57
The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy...I'm bent up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again
The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded...wow for me
Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud: Kings County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city unit
Taking out the trash and strappin in, let's get it movin', stupid
Many men make moves more useless, use abuse quick
Losers, juiceless
Bitch, either speak the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously ruthless
Justice for my very own amusement with no regard for the conclusion
I swagger with rats tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest liquor you have
In the back of the tasmanian path, insane again laughin
Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its facts
The dark art of interrogation agent skippin' class
And at last in a flash on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass
Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like "hold that!"
In other words: I'm trash, glad you asked
Edited by magisme
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