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letra de bagdad to chiraq - eskimo chris

eskimo chris
“yeah you know i snuck out for this song”
let’s get it
“eskimo”, “yah”, “gang”

gang
i got real sticks
on some drill shit
my car real fast i need real pits
in the field, you a fake shooter, no long range you will miss
spaz on the track get real pissed
empty clips and you will twist
when you land imma roll off on four wheels like a skate trick
leave his head hollow like a gun tip
you keep lil guns, mine are real big
leave you leaking like mr.pibb
smoke a nigga like a dab rig
cook a nigga like some fucking ribs
then feed his -ss to some fucking pigs
then sell his stuff
at four im taking all bids

and that’s my daily routine
watch shining like vaseline
but its still wetter than a submarine
they react with water like alkaline
time to bounce back like a trampoline
addicted to cash like its nicotine
spitting heat, call it kerosene
gotta a-r couple magazines
i dare a nigga just to intervene
k!ll em for his cells release histamines
sick bars with no vaccine
hit the blunt make a smokescreen
pissy wrist like a latrine
i got gold teeth, with good hygiene
bodies in bags like pinto beans
energy kick niggas like caffeine
streets dirty but my fit clean
cuz i’m bout that action like protein
im a flo-writa, saint augustine
my weed flo grown like a tangerine
shoot a nigga like a fucking scene
young nigga is next level mean
i’m ten levels above green
i’m cold as winter, fuck spring
porch monkey, shit flings
i love spics so my house clean
if she chinese, her name’s ling ling and eats cats and dogs among other things
not social like the right wing
y’all know that was straight heat
eg we the fucking kings
and i put that on everything

and yes i would say that
cops hate me cuz i’m lil black
if i see they -ss in bagdad
imma shoot him fast like a kodak
more bars then i got raps
all heat is got no trash
potato on the barrel i don’t mash
i’m a savage nigga, i don’t laugh
i’m going fast and i won’t crash
m.o.b shit, no cash
if you try to run im a corner back
i will k!ll a nigga for a quick sack
everybody know i got the mac
i’ll spray that shit no questions asked
he died young and that’s real sad
gotta surfer wrist, call my rolly brad

everyday
my fours levitate
i hate snitches, fuck jakes
punch him, give him a headache
give his homeboy the same thang
if the casket was a cup, i’d turn a lil nigga into a milkshake
hammer flashing in broad day
if you trying up eskimo gang

now i got my heater and i’m putting fire in yo fucking viens
get a black coat like a nigga’s pain
teaching lil niggas bout insane
hella sick but i’m okay
i could do this shit on any day
dip out like a fadeaway
and get two k!lls just to win the game

my mixtape is straight magma
call me eskimo dragon
i got more heat than a cannon
yo girl told me i was handsome
before i kidnapped her for ransom
slide up with my bro that’s a tandem
split his head like an atom
turn a nigga into a phantom
let him get hits in for a little enthusiasm
then i bust that nigga with my granddad’s fucking magnum
crush his head like a dum-dum
give him heat, that’s my alb-m
spit crazy on chiraq beats but bagdads where i come from
gang

- eskimo chris

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