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letra de chop ya head of - the devil'z rejects

[constantine film sample]
“this is certainly not good. the sins of the father would only be exceeded by the sins of the son.”
“whose son? god’s son?”
“no, the other one. devil had a son, too.”
“there it is. this is the sign of mammon, the son of the devil.”

[t-ruckus]
one-two-one-two, what-what
i’m about to do this, lyrics for days
what! yo
i chop your head off, limbs leaving holes in your meat
i’m cleaving misbelieving n-ggas that be roaming the street
bro man with that cool hand luke style
creeping the dark you bug out, you n-ggas start to shoot wild
check a n-gga, bigger n-ggas catching gashes
your life flashes when its n-ggas kicking asses
ashes to ashes, dust, but when i bust
f-ck around and get f-cked up for chilling with us
bang-bang at a party boy, rotten toys be smoking you
forgotten techniques n-gga, speak when spoken to
leave you smoking, broken bats from these river rat
chocking most n-ggas on the mic, so gimme that
stacking cheese smoking trees, lyrics harm a n-gga
charmin squeeze, jeffrey dahmer when a carve a n-gga
i’ll chop your head off, i’ve said it before
ayo i’m on some next sh-t that’s why you hitting the door

[chorus] bomshot
chop your head off and i’ll do it for fun
let’s take it to the streets dunn, i come from the slum
bopping lead off, i draw heat like the sun
when allah’s judgement come, ain’t no way you could run

[jus allah]
you can’t design a better mind that’s more refined
every letter of each line goes order of rhyme
new breed of emcee, first one of my kind
devil hunter, i’m k!lling everyone that i find
my ways stays hungry, my blade stays bl–dy
and i ain’t even racist, god just hates ugly
on a daily basis, faith was getting out of enslavement
and putting you f-cking p-ssies through the pavement
head cracking, rhyming over metal scratching
another level of rapping, this never happened
wise captain, my name in the highest caption
every picture someone to frame, f-ck an eye capture
everyone knows who holds the f-cking record of flows
leave your f-cking neck froze, catch a death blows
and return to the same place that the dead goes
make sp-ce for my cred’ on the head stoves
[chorus] bomshot
chop your head off and i’ll do it for fun
let’s take it to the streets dunn, i come from the slum
bopping lead off, i draw heat like the sun
when allah’s judgement come, ain’t no way you could run

[bomshot]
you want blood? f-ck it! bucks will pour
i represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
you l-sting for more? swish your f-cking guts on the floor
f-cked your girl, and now she don’t love you no more
lift my hands toward the skies and it starts a typhoon
put a crack on the moon and create a monsoon
the word of god himself most merciful, most forgiving
brings life to the dead and death to the living
before you dropping your jewels i would already robbed ya
arabian knights run with more thieves than ali baba
meditating on the fifth star, playing a centaur
divine commits of ishtar, slicing with my scimitar
may my rhymes be a guiding light for the people
in the flaming torch that use to burn down the church people
calculate the rate which my thoughts reload
like shots unload, makes your f-cking heart explode

- the devilz rejects

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