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letra de dunigans - seed of 6ix

[intro: locodunit]
in the beginning was the word, and the word was with lord
and the word was lord
the same was in the beginning with lord
all things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made
in him was life; and the life was light of seed of 6ix
it’s goin’ down… rest in peace lord infamous!
the motherf-cking (?) the infamous beast b-tch
seed of 6ix in this hoe, faces of gospel n-gg-

[hook: locodunit]
the glock on my w-izz-aist, still on that b-izz-ay
hangin’ on the corner, puffin’ marijuana
we some dunigans, we some dunigans
everything we did you just done again
ski mask over my skull
papers in my mouth cause i’m grill
b-tch it’s a house call
glock nine with no love, love, love

[interlude: lord infamous]
yeah motherf-cker, this is lord infamous
futuristic rowdy bounty hunter, scarecrow hoe
to my kinfolk: loco
yeah my blood kinfolk so don’t f-ck with him
or we’ll be at ya with ya, b-tch

[verse 1: lord infamous]
and then when i shred him i turn on the dread
when i leave him for dead, mozzarella the head
dig up the spot so the body can rest
when you f-ck with me, yes you f-ckin’ with the best
murderous thoughts, tombs, plots
throw ’em in hollow ground, f-ck a pine box
.45 cal mag it hit like a ox
as the heat bubble skin like he got chicken pox
time to play camela, i will let hammer c-ck
and yo weak -ss will get blown out your socks
toss me the glock and i rock it, it’s tocks
and his corpse washed up on the f-ckin’ river rocks
opportunity knocks when you got money knots
picture the sh-t like you got magnavox
smith & wesson impale you while your b-tch watch
yo death time is close on the clock – tick tock!

[verse 2: lil infamous]
yeah k!llas k!ll a n-gg-, don’t flee the scene
i just stare at the body, i love the scenery
p-ssy n-gg-s talk sh-t, dead turn goes quick
hood full of paranormal activities
but i bet this ruger leave ’em wet like neopren
(?) spotlight, light ’em up with the infrabeam
hit the gas, drop the ash, car p-ss like nas
drive-by, put a slug in his memories
all these n-gg-s suffer in the motherf-cking gully
dead bodies smell strong like motherf-cking garlic
i’m a demon, hope you got some motherf-cking garlic
decorate his body, have that motherf-cking garnish
operation k!lla gorillas up in the back with the silver
my n-gg-s are civil combat with the milli gats
like i said, drive-by with the cam … motion picture
pic his corpse to a necrophiliac

- seed of 6ix

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