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letra de guns drawn - mdruckus

guns are drawn when i sing this song
satan’s sp-wn but i did no wrong
i’ll be writin’ all f-ckin’ night
and i’ll k!ll a mic until the crack of dawn
i’m a rook attacking you f-cking p-wns
can’t look back better move along
gonna side swipe you from left to right
i’ll smoke my pipe when your piece is gone
king kong when i hit this bong
ape sh-t when i’m ripped i’m strong
face it, i’m wasted
i drown a case when i’m facin’
mortality, my allergy
i run from it, i’m burning calories
no coward though, jack bauer so
my powers grow, without malady
no fallacy, i smoke sour d
f-ck mallory, flow fast and slow
row, row, ya f-ckin boat
i love blow, nut in her throat
not perfect same with the pope
dope is covered in candy coats
xanies covered in fancy robes
brothas suffer so dancing crows
are gettin’ antsy don’t get too low
maggots flock to them ragged clothes
latching on to your f-cking nose
sh-tty, but thats how the story goes
guess the cons outweigh the pros
‘cuz fourties, snorties, crack, and dro’s
a wack combo i think you know
don’t do drugs, drink and toke
f-ck with c0ke and overdose
munchies make you overload
your stomach with crunchy funyuns
rip that f-ckin’ onion and blow that smoke
mdr’s on a doper note
imploding off of this tiny globe
sp-ced i’m having an episode
like a vegetable, so i’m lettin’ go
get your hands off my t-st-cl-s
give me head cuz they’re edible
gonna bust it like vesicles
theoretically a vasectomy
my metaphor’s a different degree
catch the beat but i set it free
lennon wit’ a mic i let it be
and death to all of you weak emcees
really believe that you electric? please!
o-m-g so catchy
you allegedly rep the streets
b-i-g, immortal technique
bet you position ya f-cking wrist
on y-m-c-m-b’s flaccid d-ck
rapid quick it’s like an acid trip
when i zap you kids with my rapping sh-t
like most spics i’m cath-o-lic
but i’m cataclysmic wit’ a dash of bliss
swinging my fist at a wall of bricks
bl–dy knuckles like mikey swick
i’m double trouble when i sip this fifth
and i’m dipping into a f-ckin’ abyss
unloading this clip, i’m l!cking my lips
and twisting a spliff with an innocent b-tch
godd-mnit it’s dark as sh-t!
b-tch you better keep this lighter lit
switch hands and give it a tighter grip
or i’ll whip your b-tch -ss like michael vick
in a vicious pit like a ring i spit
i’ll k!ll and leave you in a f-cking ditch
i’m done with this song, it’s making me sick
i’m mdr, and i’m losing my wits

- mdruckus

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