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letra de neuterboy - rozz dyliams

i got this pimpin’ in my blood that tell me to go out there and take advantage
of what was put here on gods green earth to go and get you lavish
i don’t have a silver book i learned it from a firsthand look
had to take it to another pond and throw my gilson hooks
busters talkin sh-t on rozzy dyliams cause they envy me
i’m in your b-tches ears then her neck like an ent
b-tch i ain’t no bank ease off me hoe this ain’t no pnc
matter of fact, look down you idiot slag don’t even speak to me
if a playa fall then i bounce back easily
with dms affiliates when you see me at the regency
if i got a problem i can call up pablo he can see
who is in the area to take care of ya for a menial fee
call your back up but your back up ain’t cause you ain’t got no
back up and you ain’t got sh-t to back up like amanda blank
life is what you make it life is give and take so when i take it i exchange it with a muddy bl–dy river stank
let me know cause i handle sh-t as i go
as i grow, all i wanna do is kill some mo’
money stacking but it only help a little
because no matter how much it only make my problems overflow
still keepin sh-t together like i never knew i could
they hate me cuz i’m white and i rep the north like woodie wood
but this ain’t no gang sh-t
this is just my struggle, friends that used to shake my hand still shake my hand but now they press my knuckle
when i think i got it all and all my brains get splattered
bury me inside a hatchet just like a jamaican casket
f-ck america
f-ck a white american, i’d rather turn my hatred into power just like farrakhan
prey on those who don’t have the vocabulary that i do and turn it on themselves and show em’ something that they never knew
bring the forty five out, bring the mosque out. i don’t give a f-ck b-tch i buck just like moscow

they call me neuterboy
b-tch i neuter you
even hard candy don’t got sh-t on what i do to you
first you get the mohel then i put you under the soil
rage told me neva’ fold because that’s what you make your enemies do
they try to get me back on drugs, i ain’t into it
used to get my nose froze like an inuit
now all i wanna do is kill so keep the bodies comin’ in and
i’ma send the body bags out, zip the sh-t
wicked sh-t

- rozz dyliams

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