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letra de terminate on site - constant flow

[verse 1]
they call me n-gga with an att-tude
a new-age wigger with an afro ‘cause my grandma black but cook spanish food
my people mixed like the creoles of the baton rouge
and i was born to be a hater thanks to my germanic roots
i leave ‘em battered, bruised. beat up all these rapper dudes
y’all can call it track abuse. all you see is blacks and blues
and i ain’t talking mississippi delta
mess around and get dealt with and put under sheets like inner city shelters
i’ll house n-ggas if you fly [?]
watch it blow, make it rain blood all on y’all umbrellas
the perfect storm. word is bond. i’m a schiz-k!lla
murk booths with verbals. rip it through the spit filter
son, i’m in my own lane—the fans love c
i take you out of penn state. put you in the state pen
get you raped by inmates. you lames are sandusky
and i’m too grown for these games—y’all can’t touch me
ows cops came to handcuff me
but with this wealth of knowledge, i ain’t claiming bankruptcy
son, we can box. i’ll leave your training camp bl–dy
i’ll put you in a box in this native man’s country

[hook]
now you ain’t come here to grind out—so fall back
‘cause you ain’t crack, but you know i’m gonna take it there
son, don’t act ‘cause you don’t wanna take it here
t.o.s.—terminate on site
y’all came here for timeout—then sit down
‘cause it’s going down and you know i’m gonna take it there
k!lla, you a clown and you don’t wanna take it there
t.o.s.—terminate on site

[verse 2]
yo, the game’s p-ss for me—she always stay wet
so i expose d-ck like that watergate mess
i beat it up. son, these words’ll orchestrate death
song straight murk ‘em. orca whale—i slaughter they set
if looks could k!ll, then of course i’m way fresh
while you rookies looking ill in your norman bates dress
a bunch of trannies with no drive
and i’mma keep it moving while you stranded on the roadside
i’mma start a movement like the fam named the low lives
these creative juices is a floor—f-ck a low tide
rain on this planet. god dammit, angels nosedive
and make our [kampf?] drown and the sorrows of they souls cry
got ‘em laying stiff on this trip—death boat rides
take ‘em on the other side with [?]
here comes the reaper—i don’t need fema to cosign
‘cause i got ‘em screaming like katrina while they coastline
birth to underground, i got ‘em fiending for these dope rhymes
and all you gon’ find is their femurs in a coal mine
bury my foes. you gon’ see me when it’s showtime
not tv—live on 3d. you getting clotheslined
f-ck avatar, this ain’t that fl!ck from ‘09
no che guevara, i’m geronimo and a whole 9
so don’t mind when the native’s getting restless
last of the po rican. put your legion on a death wish

- constant flow

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