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letra de evil dead - multiville horror

[chorus] (x2)
you have been warned
i pull a .44 from outta the seat i body the beat
clear n-gga’s outta the street, your body in pieces
holler when it’s time for the blood to get spilled
when the hammer c-ck, we don’t care who we pop

[verse 1: barzilla]
coroner please, get this box out
the left sends a right, up for the knockout
we floss mouths, we repair em’ like dentists
on the dead dish, it’s like a fossil
don’t want to box? don’t act hard!
mvh, we got that scr-pyard
we secured, he got that last guard
we been around the globe like the maps, far
you ain’t shining son, like the picture broke it
mugshot now, the picture is perfect
don’t look at me, f-cking virgin
don’t be a p-ssy and lift your skirt, kid
yeah, i’m about finished
i don’t give a f-ck, dog, you’s a gimmick, yeah!
one lesson, i bring out the henchmen
i don’t give a f-ck, you can’t get him!

[chorus] (x2)
i pull a .44 from outta the seat i body the beat
clear n-gga’s outta the street, your body in pieces
holler when it’s time for the blood to get spilled
when the hammer c-ck, we don’t care who we pop

[verse 2: iwrekm]
yo. the guns at a club, we’re making it rain
the four fifth make you levitate, david blaine
there’s no magic when i’m making your wig split
the rabbit comes out, 3 of your men dead, now that’s a hat trick
make your n-ggas start to disappear, no illusion
cross me once and you’re dead, with no confusion
the gun smoke bad for your lungs, like allusion
now that’s a fair try. for what? execution
no point of talking to ya, i’m trying to get rid of ya’
my gun is dirtier than your b-tch, spur like chlamydia
f-ck talking african hall-buck–ssed media
gun drawn, you better book faster than expedia
holler when it’s time to get the blood spill’t
big bad wolf hiding under the grandma quilt
grimy n-ggas, and we’re k!lling for the love it
then we go in the booth and body a beat, for the f-ck of it!

[chorus] (x4)
i pull a .44 from outta the seat i body the beat
clear n-gga’s outta the street, your body in pieces
holler when it’s time for the blood to get spilled
when the hammer c-ck, we don’t care who we pop

- multiville horror

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