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letra de axes & gats - isolated beingz

[intro: ruthless rob & 2-face]
yeah b-tches! isolated beingz! yeah! project motherf-ckin’ born! uh huh! and axe murder boyz! woooo! axes and gats! what you know about it? where my wicked sh-t gangstas at?

[verse 1: ruthless rob]
i got a f-cked up mind full of f-cked up sh-t
sick thoughts in my head got me fiendin’ for the blood drip
i dump clips, cut your ass into microchips
throw your naked body in the river like a skinny dip
my life ain’t pretty, b-tch, and i ain’t sorry, ho
i’m eatin’ more shrooms than super mario
i talk a lot of sh-t and known to smoke a lot of pot
a wack rapper is something that ruthless rob is not

[verse 2: lil polk & ruthless rob]
somebody call the cops, it’s a dead body in here
project n-ggas in the front, axe murder the rеar (we on the job)
with the mob you can’t f-ck with caponеs
either bang in the streets or take your punk ass home
p-ssy ass n-gga, you standin’ in the front of the trigger
we are from virginia, hey rob, n-gga, pass me the liquor
this ain’t the same old sh-t that you used to
pass me the gat, i’ma show you what the deuce do (uhh!)

[chorus]
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
do you pack you a gat like the f-ckin’ zodiac?
or equipped with an axe like a f-ckin’ maniac
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
where my wicked sh-t gangstas at? where they at?
where my wicked sh-t gangstas at? where they at?
[verse 3: bonez dubb]
keep comin’ with that f-ckin’ bullsh-t, i wish (i wish)
that you motherf-ckers would just quit up in this b-tch (up in this b-tch)
how many times i find out when a hater is nonsense
since amb has hit the scene the f-ckin’ jealousy commence
think we will just rip you apart, i stay wicked, amb heart
in drive, motherf-cker, i’m still alive, don’t even start
still kickin’ famous like liu kang, you ho, my verse stuck in your brain for sure
dang fbi classify us as a gang now

[verse 4: 2-face]
you just brought a knife to an axe fight, motherf-cker!
i’m takin’ your life tonight, motherf-cker!
amb brought the axe, pjb got the gats
plus we roll with barbed wire bats and thumbtacks
leave a h-ll of an impact like tna
we kings of the wicked, all you others are g-y
underground underdogs with lyrics from the grave
and we all get drunk and we all get blazed (come on!)

[chorus]
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
do you pack you a gat like the f-ckin’ zodiac?
or equipped with an axe like a f-ckin’ maniac
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
where my wicked sh-t gangstas at? where they at?
where my wicked sh-t gangstas at? where they at?
[verse 5: frank nitty & ruthless rob]
there was axes and gats for snitches and rats
pistols and packs for these haters off the yak
i got that murderistic flow and you know who we be, yeah
pjb, ib, and amb and
we ain’t f-ckin’ with these b-tches on the weekends
tryna see which one of these tricks let me freak in
speakin’, sayin’ what we want while y’all be duckin’ sh-t
p-ssyfoot n-ggas, y’all don’t know who y’all f-ckin’ with

[verse 6: young wicked]
yo! yo! yo! yo! yo! yo! yo!
oh sh-t, it’s ot (ot), isolated homie
born as a project of being created in the 303
peep the verse out, everybody wanna be the wickedest, it won’t work out
’cause young wicked kick it the illest (b-tch), these b-tches twerk out
booty work, booty work, bounce to the oz
project born and amb, isolated b-e-i-n-g
here the track go, lay up off the crack ho
lay up off the whack flow, lay off the man assh0l-
you suckin’ other rappers’ d-cks, you might as well be a chick
with no tits or p-ssy lips, f-ckin’ b-tch
i’m layin’ off in a bad freak
a different girl than the one i had last week
she was pumping my piece and i was squeezing on her ass cheek
you fake f-ggots is ultra g-y and mad weak
comin’ around my set, all nut jockin’ and mad geeked
undercover suckers don’t ever get past me
hater, i’m greater, wanna see me later
i’m faded, i’ll f-ckin’ hit you and i hate it
with a gat or an axe blade, b-tch, and the fact is i’m fat paid, b-tch
give it all away to party with my family, b-tch
and it’s like that
i like red like pee-wee herman’s tie, mack
red like the color of gettin’ pee-wee herman’s bike back
hit your woman’s neden and then i say bye, b-tch
[chorus]
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
do you pack you a gat like the f-ckin’ zodiac?
or equipped with an axe like a f-ckin’ maniac
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
where my wicked sh-t gangstas at? where they at?
where my wicked sh-t gangstas at? where they at?

- isolated beingz

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