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letra de desk n' microphone - sig sauers

[verse 1: d.a cobra]
as i sit down i see a desk n a microphone
my girl rubbing one off saying its like styrofoam
get ready for my fire in the wire and look at the pyro storm
oh sh-t, set your p-ssy blazing and dazing call 911 on the dial phone
she all white her style gone, her nipples hard as tiles domes
wanting more she on top of me like pile ons
-rg-sm of rap when i hit it here comes the wild poems
8 mile’s blown sucks it and the freestyle owns, victoria’s textile shown
diego show them all its on unveil the pantie the nile sown
in my face a smile grown, a hard d-ck and her smile gone
my d-ck in her the fire strong screaming like a demon
craving my s-m-n com in from my wee man my penile s’a stone
turn on the mic spit my sh-t your minds are blown
just spit the greatest rhyme of all time, platinum that’s where it belong
don’t try to teach me or put on a strain i know everything about the game
my rap is free like john wayne, full of talent and fame with no shame
not a jar can have it contained, my soul pure but stained from all the b-tches that came
with no warning putting out my flame its detained well d-mn still
make you flip table try and refrain

[verse 2: rappinade]
from the physco zone, it’s a desk and a microphone
run to the mic alone, spaz like a cyclone
i’m in this fight alone, get the girl and undertake her
a thunder wake her, better hurry kane
i burry pain in pens and pads, pen it fast
infinite cast of lyric and lyric m-ss on your dented -ss
i’m a minute blast, every track i skin it even when plastered
i’m in it, alone put on the headphone, moan and feel it
lyrical eargasm, its hysterical sarcasm
the fear you hear p-ss’em, p-ss your ear
dear i’ll harras’em, you hear c-m as it flows down your ear drum
and you feel fear hun, so i’m done lindsay
i’ll make a getaway, head away with my bird flipped and my head away
and pedal to metal ey? never settle in ghetto
i’m a steamin kettle, can’t touch me, hot mettal
cuz its time to kick cowards with
sig saucers cl!ck clacking, f-ck b-tches chit-chattin’
draggin’ my richard in mouth, they gaggin’
do the warning, and get nick naggin’
back at it, cuz she left my d-ck laggin’
d-mn it bin laden spin cowards with a will power
that will power the twin tours in its most busy hours
sig sauers is the lyrical meteor showers
so better cower little meanie weenie cowards

[verse 3: d.a cobra]
iss modelist mr.wolowitz howard down the lights
feel the blitz in his white powers
shout the wits up the t-tz of sig sauers
out the d-cks suck the cl-ts 100 cl!cks in hours
read my misfits transit license permits commits
homicidal of dimwits cut in 10 bits
distribute in 10 cl!cks, as i spit this my pen splits
mah rappinade d-mn fits in the cells of aushwitz
in the asylum he outwits outfits sig sauer we rock this from c-ckpits to bowsprits
as the m sits and the c splits after they hear our spits like banana splits
l.o.l in this b-tch our b-tch ain’t no small sh-ts small spitz or even a sh-tz-u
don’t wanna know its a big bad dawg like will smith and record like kim schmitz
not in like that it’s, six saw em notorious big problem d-ck waggin’
twig smashin shindig crashin’ big richard pr-ck stalin
chickfl!ck dashing sick whip bashin’
nicky lets have a manaj c’mon girl t-t flashin’
diego happy in her now that b-tch draggin’ it
yeh zig zaggin’ it diego happy jig jabbin’ it
yeh sig saucer cl!ck clackin’ pr-ck tacklin’
be careful because we’re coming for you after bin laden

- sig sauers

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