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letra de killuminati - demolition mob

[intro (sample)]

[verse 1: demolition mob]
you couldn’t see me if you had four eyes like mississippi
i gotta b-tch that swallow slow, i call her mrs. hippie
i’m coming straight for teen rapper’s necks like a hickey
demolition mob we bigger than double d t-tties
get that sl!ck talk out of your system
before your body’s red dotted like a chicken pox victim
my boy’s down to c-ck back shoot and leave dents in ya’
one tec’ is all it takes for me to start convincin’ ’em
swear im going off like lights in a power outage
warhead mary jane i be smkoing them sour ounces
watch me tear this beat down like wreck it ralph
other rappers suck like amber cole with a d-ck in her mouth
these n-ggas know not to step an inch in my sector
cause i’ll school that -ss like a college professor
so pipe that noise that you fake rappers be talking bout
cause you ain’t even spittin’ real you got cotton mouth
i tell these b-tches give me brain like a zombie
its ironic cause all my flesh eatin’ n-ggas behind me

[verse 2: mars of s.m.]
and i swear i be
cranking hits out like i’m bonds b
if you looking for a dope emcee then n-gga come find me
uh…flow is ill so everybody tryna’ copy me (yup)
a prodigy
is there a heaven for someone who’s hot as me?
a hot emcee?
probably not
they claim they hot but we
know they all whack
they’ll tell my story like the odyssey (uh)
so once i make it big
that’s when i’ll make it kid
i got the cleanest flow, ya’ll dirty as some -n-ses (gross)
give up your rhyme book homie, you’ll never make it kid
a dog eat dog world and you looking like the latest dish
im just here to take what’s mine, happily
the fact that these whack emcees got in the game still baffles me
and actually i’m just on my grind just like an athlete
who p-ssing me?
these other rappers -ss to me, go ask for me

[verse 3: k-ma of s.m.]
criminal swiftness
foes on my criminal hit-list
call me jack-the-ripper
me and mars be the misfits
drifting afar with my militia
til we gotta run from pictures
and females embrace my diction
s-x with the words
im effin’ this verse
a perv on the verse
bars the aphrodisiac
this beat i needed that
to make a beastly track
lines tougher than remy weave and tracks
my rhymes big albert…phat
(huh) shoot!
lyrics from my mouth, n-ggas dissapear
poof! genie in a bottle
loose! i get on this instrumental
boom! the sound goes on this track with demolition mob
too hard my squad is
bad-a dollar sign dollar sign
no money but i got a lot of rhymes
success in due time
but time won’t faze me
i spit crazy
im ghost, patrick swayze
n-gga!
out!
uh

- demolition mob

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