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letra de been straight - madopelli music

[verse 1: m.a.d]
all i wanted as a kid to make it out the hood
drinking liquor, puffing swishers, i ain’t smoking woods
stole caprices and hondas to ride them late night
now we running sh-t, you don’t like it, swallow steak knives
b-tch i’m lsp with history of f-cking knocking heads
put it on a stake mark of cain to mock the f-cking dead
i’m the truth of this sh-t, it’s what it boils to
i don’t need a stick or a gimmick to f-cking murder you
call upon your god, he decide if bullets rain on you
dry out in cali, it might rain on a lame or two
play no games, i ain’t saying i’ma bend the truth
when it comes to gore leaning towards more defending roots

[chorus: m.a.d. & ant dog]
circle saw on my chain, mane, and i love the way it hang
circle saw on my chain, mane, it’s a california snuff thang
murder ’em all with a sawed-off on bath salts
the type of k!ller that snuff your b-tch p-wn her watch off
welcome to k!ll labs, madopelli preach the scriptures
volume one is just a stigma now you get the picture
sit ’em down, tell it to they face
always on the grind, madopelli bring straight
sit ’em down, tell it to they face
get up outta line, we gon’ put ’em in they place
[verse 2: ant dog]
i guess it’s time to let these motherf-ckers know
that i ain’t going nowhere, i’ll peel your cap back for sure
and all this sneak dissing, you better f-cking lay it to rest
before i grab the screwdriver, carve your kid’s names in your chest
as the flames arise the west coast k!ller is back
puttin’ all your small intestines in a burlap sack
it f-ckin’ ballistic, it gon’ rain down blood in your home
because a sick motherf-cker listen to chants in my song
i think i oughta (think i oughta), yeah i think this b-tch is f-cked
i put her remains in the back of my tonka truck
k!ll ’em all in the name of k!ll labs
or you won’t be the case, welcome to the bl–dy mass

[chorus: m.a.d. & ant dog]
circle saw on my chain, man, and i love the way it hang
circle saw on my chain, man, it’s a california snuff thang
murder ’em all with sawed-off on bath salts
the type of k!ller that snuff your b-tch when i march off
welcome to k!llabs, madopelli bring subscriptions
volume one is just a snippet, not the bigger picture
sit ’em down, tell it to they face
always on the grind, madopelli bring straight
sit ’em down, tell it to they face
get up outta line, we gon’ put ’em in they place
[verse 3: cody manson]
look! on go, circle saw and axe
it’s the trife life demon, you ain’t even gotta ask
do not say my name unless it’s followed by a bag
police on my ass, hit the 40 yard dash
roll another eighth to get my head straight
i put in h-lla work, i was a felon before tenth grade
if you ain’t payin’ dues, you just dead weight
you never seen me sweat, b-tch, i’ve been straight
yeah! last time i was in denver
i drank way too much jäger, i blacked out, i can’t remember
it’s the middle of the summer slanging snow like it’s december
i’ll beat your p-ssy ass, i can’t control my temper (yeah!)

- madopelli music

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