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Jedi Mind Tricks - Animal Rap lyrics
Kool G Rap You know the Don's armed wit sixteen And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish She only lick dick status to get cabbage Dick get lathered to the thick baptist Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight) And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) This where the buck stops, fuck props Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot? Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block? Still real, bustin' the glock Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now? (Chorus) Mike Tyson Mike Tyson People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and ruckus I'm talkin' rogus because I'm angry, you know? I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through See everyone else has the right to be angry But this is just the way I express myself (So, you ready to fight?) Vinnie Paz Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is I'm from a time where every song was righteous Before rap was just a swarm of white kids And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the pawns and sheisters I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! (Yeah!!!) (Chorus) Mike Tyson And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waist my life Cause when I die I'm going to paradise So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die Cause I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me and make comments about me without me retaliating |
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