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letra de tales from the darkside - c-lance

[verse 1: ill bill]
-rg-sm and spit, the masters of the sick
the assassins of the cl-t in the passionate abyss
everybody [?] moped
blow off your head, scooter goon
shoot you through the moonroof of a subaru
groupies are fly, uzi’s are primed
twist your wig like the guggenheim or roofies in wine
peruvian gutenbergs quick to shoot you first
my personal lucifers, a trillion ways to die, which would you prefer?
suicide escape, fenestrate, satanism
put that in your pipe and smoke it up like jamaican ism
for the sake of my family, i do evil things
turn to the dark side, turn into an evil king
all the while, the grim reaper laugh in the shadows
with a sawed-off and two hollows sh-lls in the barrel
f-ck around with me, you better have good karma
they’ll find you cut up into little pieces like shawarma

[hook]

[verse 2: snak the ripper]
i stay sl!ck like puke on the floor
smile and wave to the camera while i’m lootin’ the store
c-lance chopping samples up to loop and record
some more, bring me your deluxe sh-t that you can afford
this sh-t’s terrific, more horrific than crash scenes
each verse is prolific, too sick for your vaccines
stealth bomb records keep it running like track teams
we really in these streets like hookers and crack fiends
sh-t’s too real to think that they could relate
our movement’s like chess so i don’t make a mistake
if we talking bout getting baked, then i’m taking the cake
smoke a pound, at the same time, we blazing an eighth
i’m from a different dimension, where nothing’s the same
come from the destruction and flames, so i’m f-cked in the brain
i’m [?] with my city, rappers tuck in their chain
we ain’t playing anymore, b-tch, enough of the games
[hook]

- c lance

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