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song:MasiKah/ Yo i spit bout fast as twista and i gotta southern way of talkin'..peep
IP:
(sound like i'm walkin' in a room.) OTHER NIGGA: please don't kill me..i gotta family mane, come on mane!
Curse:i told you da shut da phuk up !nigga! (sound like i'm puttin' duck-tape over hiz mouth, then rub some knivez together & start spitten on third rub)
i don't really think you wanna know where you life endz/
and da flame'z really begin/
don't have me da murdah fow no reason/
open yow chest and learn how-yow-lungz look when there be no-breathin'/
then let it be off wit-yow-head/
shreddin' yow stomach ta -yow-legz/
blud splattah'in masikah/
as da blud flowz from da uppah half of ya/
bettah yet, end up wit ya throat slit/
pened up on da wall wit cha gutz on da flo, and cutz round bout yow ah-pen-dix/
have any niggah look sick when i throw a fit/
then a niggah start stumpin' shit/
and a niggah even quickah da loose a clip/
no evidenced dat i murdered you/
cause i burnt, blew and den da breeze disperceded you/
let a nigga wanna talk shit/
phuk you take me fow? not a joke , cause i quote "dat'll imediately stop"..shit/
wanna act tuff, den act tuff when da gatz iz up/
D.S.M. da Dirty. South. Masikah.
(hook)
(chain -saw sound and screamin' and while the screamin'..start spitten)
swing'in and screamin',poundin' da fist on da concrete/
blood thirstin' fo' meat and i'm ready da eat/ any emcee dat i meet/
crushin' everything dat i see/
rage'in..everything dat was caucation/
iz just cation/..blaze'in/
torchin' everything dat i'm face'in/
what it iz? iz what it will be..and it will be yow ass/
got me keepin' da feelin' fow a incredibly bloody bloodbath/
and not it be even da half/
along wit me followz a raffed/
crackin' through groundz/
behold da sound of da king phuk up so many spit rip lowd,"Oh Lowd!"/
mental keep tellin' a nigga da kill, damage everything datz in vision/
just itchin'/
da loose a couple of clipz in../
yow click and../ i be da most sicknen/
lettah nigga start trippin'../
and see if a nigga don't start spitten/
hollow tipz in yow phukin neck/
i don't really care fow a chest wittah da vest/
but da berrettah pointed at yow gut/
phuked up iz how you end up/
mass murdah by da killah wit no mask/
mind goes when da wind blowz and it seem like a nigga gotta get even sickah and let ten blow right at yow ass.
(ten shotz blow,"oozy...so dey go quick")
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