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The Terrorists - Dead Bodies lyrics
f/ Point Blank [Dope-E] Look around and tell me what you see Nothing but catastrophies by the Dope-E This ain't a game, nigga, I don't fuck around I stuff your body in a garbage can downtown See, that's the hardcore life of the street game With freaks attainted, a nigga's face get rearranged... In the bloody platoon, that's the way it go And by the time you think you know the time it ain't no mo' You see, I'm just waiting for a fool So I could use his blood for my backyard pool Damn, these niggas think of bullshit and fuck all that hitting I'ma let my 9 start clicking I did a job, I had to rob the mob All their asses died cause they can't squab Terrorist style, battle to the very end So many fatal weapons, I'm taking out all your men And with my rifle and a scope I spot them I'ma shoot the whole column till I did them and I got them You better wish upon a fucking stalk Cause when my blood heats up I'm hotter than steaming ????? Dead bodies... Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May he rest in peace... (What? They did kill my nigga Blank..?) [Point Blank] No, ah-ah...That's bullshit... I'm a walking corpse waking up from a deep sleep Burning fluid in my body, still counting sheeps With a 100 dead men watching my back I die smoking primos, they die smoking crack Now it's time to us to raise And all the niggas that dissed me in the past: suprise I get crazy thoughts that make me laugh Like put you in the ground, dig you up and then kill your ass How that sound, Dope? (It sound good to me...) What about you, Ganksta Nip? (86 to them, nigga speak...) So if ya need more info check the mail Cause mark the beginning of Blank's bloodtrail And if you make it to the end I put a pistol to my head cause you gotta be a rough man But ain't no nigga harder than the Point Blank So bitch, you owe me apology (I'm sorry!) P-O-I-N to the mothafucking T Blank Wreack shit like a tank, dank... Makes me get ill, that's why the mothafucking morgues filled Full of dead bodies... [Dope-E] Reminizing about way back when... As rogish as I was I should've been in the pen Killing ain't no thang, I must be insane Snatch a little girl's umbrella and ask her could she stand the rain My brains is disassembled, life I can't handle But that's what I get for throwing away my brains' instruction manual Robbing old lady with a recording ????? Cause I beat on the ear till her hearing wasn't prepared The judge could convict me for what went on on a curb Cause the pipe I beated her with made her speak with a ????? I'm dissing but never ever kissing the next man's butt Don't make me get my pump Chump change, pennies, nickles and dimes I need bus fair, give it here, it's mine South Park brotha from the south y'all and don't you ever run up on me And try to scoff me or even bluff me, you better off shoot me It takes a whole task force to handcuff me I'm strong, street smart is the way to be No hesitation, I strike instantly like a cobra You better off satying sober, living on the edge, looking over your shoulder I'm a maniac, when I react I attack... With a baseball bat with intensions to crack... Skulls and ribs, leaving mortal remains Temporaly insanity, I'm forever deranged Now look at me and tell me what you see How old do I look cause I can only count to three I need an education, they give me hope I need some money so now I'm selling dope... E behind bars, a cement wall With no one to write to or no one to call And if I ever have a change to do it over I would do it just like I did before: hardcore Leaving dead bodies... Leaving dead bodies... Dead bodies... |
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