This is a copyrighted song to be released on Bed of Nails 2nd album...woulda put it on the 1st, but we ran outta hard drive space on the ADAT & I hope they even is gonna be a 2nd album as I (lead guitarist & singer) will most likely end up in prison soon. This song is dedicated to the Missishitti Bureau of Narcotics. And for the rocord, I liked 8-Mile but I can't stand Eminem or Kid Rock. I'm into Old School N.W.A., Cypress Hill, Bone, Snoop, Dre, & Pac. If Bad Language offends you, DO NOT READ THIS, cuz I cuss like a fuckin' sailor....lemmie know what ya'll think:


Step back motherfuckers, TrendKilla's on the mic--that's right,
& I'ma blast yo bitch asses tonight.
Ain't another White-Boy hardcore as me.
I'll take ya family out as well, I'm like a fatal disease.
You see my lid is flipped & my mind is tripped
& all the while my doctor's tryin' to chill me out with some scripts.
Whippin' yo ass in number one on my list
betcha wish ya'll never fucked with this honkey now.
This cracker's 'bout to break--make ya'll pay for yo mistake.
Done disgraced my fuckin' home & took my last three zones.
Now it's on. Gonna build me up a new artillary
& breathin' for yo ass'll be a thing of the past.
First I'ma make ya watch while yo bitches suck my dick
then I'ma pull the fuckin' trigger till that shit goes "click."
Ya'll done took this fuckin' hippie, turned him back to a thug,
I'ma smoke some dank ass nug & watch ya choke on yo blood.
I be sadistic as Hell & full of Hatred as well,
& now all I got left for ya is the shotgun shell.
Hell's Bells are ringin' & singin', ya fuckin' screamin',
I'm only havin' some fun by the way of the gun.
Just a Natural Born Killa like Dre & Ice Cube,
but ya'll knew that shit already--ain't no updated news.
You gots to pay yo dues, I want yo guts on my shoes.
On the ground yo bones is crushin, damn I love that sound.
"Round & Round" like them bad boys Ratt,
but instead this hate will find a way just give it motherfuckin time.
Wantin' me to stand in line to drop a dime--moral crime--
on my main man Bobby. Bitch, yo tactic's fuckin' sloppy.
Jimmy, can ya feel me? You an agent or a fool?
Need to take yo stupid ass on back to fuckin' grammar school.
Listen to me Conner. Where's yo honor? Knockin' up the same
dope whore twice & then you paid her to a abort.

Now who's the man who gots the upper hand?
Step yo ass on my land--best have yo funeral planned.
AK-47, double Glock, & SK, I'm screamin' vengeance is mine,
I call it Judgement Day.
I'll be the first one to shout FUCK MBN!
I don't know no right from wrong that's why I'm singin' this song.
How long can ya'll survive? That goes for ya'll & yo wives.
Ya'll better lock me up forever--pray I never get out.

So, ya'll got me with some weed & other paraphenalia.
So make yo move & push it through before the FBI come nail ya.
Genetalia be failin' ya, probably dried up like a prune,
& if you fuck with me again I'll sling the mud I gots on you.
Now I'm on this fuckin' bus straight up to New York City,
amidst them trick-ass hoes with them fake ass titties.
Nobody gimmie no lip, I'm bout to spark this spliff,
& if you down with the chronic come & get yoself a whiff.
Fuck it, I'ma pop a couple blues while I'm at it,
cause I had to leave my family back at home in all the havoc.
Yeah I'ma fuckin' miss em while I'm walkin' this line,
but if I stay my ass 'round here gone end up doin' the time.
That's just a price I can't afford, I'm bout to horde up all the money I can get
then send that shit back home to my wife & two kids.
I gots a hit with one of these many songs, it's been a long time comin'
now they runnin' cuz they know this ain't no front.
You fuckin' cunts, ya'll just some wannabe thugs.
So lemmie show you what's up, I'ma redefine the meanin' of corupt.
Pump, Pump, buckshots ringin' through yo ears,
& here's another thing I love: the smell of yo fuckin' fear.
Put the barrel in yo mouth. So what ya sayin' now?
Yeah, it's kinda hard to speak with you brains splattered out.


That's just a sample...I tend to write songs that are known to last up to twenty minutes full of time & chord changes...that's why we couldn't fit it on the ADAT. Look for BED OF NAILS ya'll, & my personal project LOVE DIES. We ain't all rap...kind of a mixture of PURE heavy metal & REAL thug rap (not this "nu metal" shit like Linkin Park & all those fuckin' posers. Lemmie know what ya'll think...if you likes, thanx....& if you don't...fuck ya.

so why would we blank out wut u say? u racist? lol.....shitz arite...long as fucc, but i can tell u had emotion in it...ill give u props..it wasnt all that badd....good shit maan


~CIN~

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THE A-TEAM/MONEY HUNGRY
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Droppin June 1, 2004
Smigg Dirtee Presents The A-Team "Team Work"
(The Real A-Team is: Silas aka Smigg Dirtee, C.Gigolo, JBoog, Kilo, JCin, Steezo, Bandit, L Cap)
Featuring: Luni Coleone, Jay Tee, MC Eiht, I-Rocc, B-12, 12 Guage Shottie, Jack D, Macnifacent and many more...
Label: The A-Team/Money Hungry Ent/Navarre