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letra de back & forth - tom macdonald & adam calhoun

back & forth lyrics
[verse 1: adam calhoun & tom macdonald]
me and tom, back and forth
we’ve been goin’ at it
and we ain’t all there upstairs like an attic
rappers all addicts it don’t add up mathematics
imma fire like matches
lay you out like a mattress
we got a palace full of caskets
got em’ stacked up in the backwoods
couple basket cases we’re assassins
in some black hoods practically the baddest
crackers rappin’ yeah we’re that good
drag y’all to the trash like a tablet or a macbook
you trash like a dumpster, you get shot like a jumper
tie em’ up drag еm’ from the back of the bumper
gеt attacked with an axe like yo ass made of lumber
my haters are so deer to me, surprise i’m the hunter
hit em’ with that bl!cky watch em’ lean like they tipsy
finger pull the trigger quickly k!ll all the rats and blew the mickey
listen you can’t k!ll me, pull up, bumping many men, by 50
i’ve been double-fistin’ pistols like i’m 15 drinkin’ wisky

[chorus: adam calhoun & tom macdonald]
cl!ck, bang motherf-cker, i don’t play no games
(got it out the mud, got it out the mud, got it– got it–)
cl!ck, bang motherf-cker, i don’t play no games
(crazy white boy! crazy white boy!)
cl!ck cl!ck cl!ck cl!ck, bang motherf-cker, bang motherf-cker
bang, bang, bang motherf-cker, bang motherf-cker
cl!ck bang motherf-cker, i don’t play no games
(i don’t f-ck with people who f-ck with people who f-ck with me)
[verse 2: tom macdonald & adam calhoun]
you lookin’ at the tag team champs
we’ve been tougher than them
this machete like a chorus, it get stuck in yo head
or the horror movie haunting, you alone in your bed
like an orgy on a campin’ trip it’s f-ckin’ in tents
close the vent, open up the window let the air in
breath, got this desert eag barely fittin’ in my jeans
imma point it where you sneeze, i ain’t aimin’ for yo knees
we the dopest white sh-t ever since the median
ay doper than the white that you been puttin’
up your nose again we don’t need no rolled
up dollar bill, we dope as blow with no cocain
goin’ solo down the fast lane riky bobby bobbin
weave, this ain’t no hobby to me
we don’t come in last place
bad to the bone, me and adam trashin’
your home would you like plastic or chrome?
rap back, blastin’ your dome pour some gas
on the floor, then light a match and we gone
i’ll meet you at the back door, and park the car in they lawn

- tom macdonald adam calhoun

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