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letra de demolition mon. - lil neekz

chorus

what’s on my mind? neekz the master of the underground
i been around the pen around
the pentagram i send around my dna the pentagon
welcome to the synagogue you can bet i been a con
hit the drum check my catalog i eat ya like a chili dog
underboss underrated now they saying that i’m number one
i do this for fun, the italian with a tommy gun
no compet-tion, on a mission, ye the job is done!

verse 1
like samuel jackson, ya know we get it cracking
like an egg on a frying pan your brain on drugs
i’m laughing, leak through these bars like acid
buck fifty scar to ya face in an orderly fashion
mad max on the mic & your girl be the vacuum
kicks to the face, mace to the face this is your last tune
no pressure on your wounds, bleeding face for these rat goofs
junky’s holding spoons hand on they d-ck in a chat room
old school like msn, icq was intact too
got no tattoos neekz leave when they act zoo
grimy to the game, records held in a gl-ss tomb
k!ll shot, man bun, machine gun a d-mn fool
diss tracks keep coming out getting f-gs fooled
tention when there’s beef in the land where the man shoot
sketching who you impressing the best when i slash tools
mention ma niece name bet ya fam getting tattooed

chorus
what’s on my mind? neekz the master of the underground
i been around the pen around
the pentagram i send around my dna the pentagon
welcome to the synagogue you can bet i been a con
hit the drum check my catalog i eat ya like a chili dog
underboss underrated now they saying that i’m number one
i do this for fun, the italian with a tommy gun
no compet-tion, on a mission, ye the job is done!

verse 2
i murder these bars while ya show off ya twenty cars
empty out they torsos, immortal kings sent to mars
get sent to the morgue my music on the menu card
watch over earthlings, make the world swing with god
old soul trying to make it to the top like the starz
get it how we get it while your girl make me boss
get the d.j. to run laps, go & break em off
hit em from the side do the slide, oh whats the cause?
lift the gun on the strip buy a whip make you car sick
knock em unconscious, time to show the monster
a martian, see ghosts like christopher walken
skinwalker, the sh-t talker, the witch marked him
we rocking ma fifth barkin this spliffs toxic
drink a texas mickey get a hickey from your mom’s sis
demolition man, from the 6ix, ya you been talking
grind mode we mossing i’ll put you in a coffin

verse 3
love how ya b-tch taste know i got that spark within
fifth place i won’t take no breaks i’m hard legit
came for the joyride worldwide, spark the spliff
formaldehyde your -ss quick, an arsonist
body’s surrounded by jaws in jars, marvelous
3 tracks on the last inner circle hard as bricks
fo fifth let it spit, hope it pop off his jaw & lips
so sick like benefit pop, lock & drop a kick
6ix dot we on a mish startup disk dark abyss
roaches in the building where i’m from no starter kits
throwing bows at fo’s cuz they know that i’m handsome
i’ts a pity i’m too gritty for these radio anthems
14 years in the dot ye ma gun never jamming
gotta cram em all in celebrate death with dancing
bring snakes on a plain, i send ya to lake placid
they laughing insane but it’s first place that i’m landing!

- lil neekz

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