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letra de thug tunin' - non phixion

[hook: ill bill]
thug one, thug two (4x)

[verse 1:ill bill]
i crack you like a twig
you’re like a f-ggot rocking a wig
the adopted kid, obnoxious stepchild
your real mom is a pig
that’s how i cl-ssify these dumb crabs
bunch of sc-mbags
quick to pull a gat
but look at that, your gun jammed
c-nt rag
you come in handy when the p-ssy bleeding
but you the p-ssy bleeding right now
but no you ain’t dreaming
just because we righteous doesn’t mean we ain’t scheming
how the f-ck you think we k!ll devils and slay demons?
you be the type to smoke the cats and dip their blunts in s-m-n
we hit your wife off, barely heard that sl-t screaming
pcp and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening
ohh sh-t, i think your mom’s beeping
word, that’s her number, no doubt
yo, i’mma break out
first i’ll get some chinese take-out
then scope jake out
parked on the corner, but your mother still be waiting for me
but i broke out before the story cause those devils never saw me

[verse 2: goretex]
cats locked down, k!llers hang themselves with a sheet
no peace, in fact no need for bein’ sweet, don’t even try to sleep
i’m full length, you’re a snippet tape
i hate your face
cause you’re trainin’ jakes and your -ss in flakes
that dictates what a f-g you are
up in drag, stagger zanzibar
rocking tennis shorts, full of c-m sports, like benatar
f-ck a fifty-four, i lace y’all with the clean and jerk
smoke a f-cking pound and watch these cats go berserk
i terrorize whole cities, you gots to feel my work
mexican cats with shades, every d.a. we’ll blaze
then the b-ss pump like flavor flav (yeahh boyyyee)
i [shame] save for dark days
federal agents, a fatal car chase
crusin’ up flatlands until i hit ralph
caught the stench of the rotten projects
bang a left and i’m out

[verse 3: goretex]
so there’s a back seat of a black jeep, i pack heat
me and black pete, down a backstreet where fiends and crack meet
went to fat beats, saw this kid who had beef
made a rap sheet, said he want to blast me, attack me
look at the floor, duke, that’s where your gat be
while your man said “pick it up, pick it up,” like black sheep
this cat, i’mma k!ll, p-ss me the mac heat
blast him in his back-piece
step him off with a trash beat
f-cking -ssh0l-! this kid bloodied up my khakis
and stop, stop fronting you b-tch, you’re byp-ssing

[verse 4: ill bill]
we be the full monty
zoo york, like vinnie ponte
or noam chomsky
ah f-ck it, like bill braunstein
i’m ill constantly
k!ll with the velocity of t-3
three years before the movie got out
like jack ruby with the gat out
gotta give a shout out, to goretex
tec-8, engineering this, steering this
it’s like a love boat
or william s. burroughs plug boat
smell the gunsmoke, get your thug broke, like uncut c0ke
with no clientele to sell it to
internal revenue, there’s many levels to
our train of thought
we taking over airports
get slayed for sport
popping champagne corks like puffy
non phixion, vampire slayers like buffy

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