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letra de stomp yo head - doomsday productions

[intro]
i promise to stomp, the hoes
nothing but the stomp

[chorus 4x]
doomsday are you with me?
oh yeah, we ’bout to stomp yo motherf-ckin’ head

[verse 1]
yeah, who’s gonna f-ck with this?
las vegas, north town bound lunatic
[?] extra clips, f-ck you and ya b-tch
even solo, i stomp a mudhole in your whole clique
b-tch i’m talking sh-t ’cause i rides the rip
catch ya armor [?]
there ain’t no thing to stomp
like it ain’t no thing to stuff a punk in a motherf-ckin’ n-gga’s trunk
take him for a cruise and ‘fore i bruise him
and straight start dumpin’, or should i say stompin’?
i’m a madman ’bout to hurt somebody
they wanna put me away for life like john gotti
but i’ma flip the script on all you tricks
they gon’ feel it’s real when i blow up some sh-t
a doom n-gga bought [?] [so he can rip sh-t up?]
and if you f-ck with me, you gettin’ stomped by us
[chorus 4x]
doomsday are you with me?
oh yeah, we ’bout to stomp yo motherf-ckin’ head

[verse 2: eklypss]
danger danger, skull and crossbones
still got my big black steel toe boots on
evidently, i’m dressed to stomp
on any motherf-cker here that wants to start some funk
eklypss stay ready, like freddy
like my steel toes, moist and smelly
gotta keep myself dressed to k!ll
ain’t no tellin’ when you’re finna a gang of steel, for real
still rough enough to cut you up, f-ck you up
want a piece of me? try your luck
i guarrantee you gon’ fall with ease
and when that ass hit the ground, we gon’ swarm like bees
it ain’t nothin’ like a good ass [?]
make it sound like a proper ass drum beat
i’m about to break both my legs
stompin’ yo motherf-ckin’ head

[chorus 4x]
doomsday are you with me?
oh yeah, we ’bout to stomp yo motherf-ckin’ head
[verse 3]
2 am we at the club gettin’ h-lla drunk
been about a year since i had a good stomp
drinkin’ beer by the picture, talkin’ h-lla loud
’bout to take the stage, do my doom n-ggas proud
then i see a n-gga over there muggin’ mean
i think i f-cked his baby momma back in uh..(’93?)
six years later he still mad at me
maybe ’cause his baby and his baby momma call me daddy
i don’t know and i don’t care
alls i know is his momma should’ve taught him not to stare
n-gga i ain’t scared
and he rushed me out the blue
he had some n-ggas with him so i caught a blow or two
what he don’t know can hurt him
doom n-ggas is behind him
mean type of n-ggas rather shoot ’em than to fight ’em
throw one blow, stomped him when he hit the floor
now he’s in the produce aisle of the grocery store

[chorus 4x]
doomsday are you with me?
oh yeah, we ’bout to stomp yo motherf-ckin’ head

[outro]
i promise to stomp, the hoes
nothing but the stomp

- doomsday productions

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