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letra de die b4 - z (of firing squad)

hahahaha… hahahaha..
give you all this garbage that you used to…
garbage that your used to… (x2)

hook:

die before i give you all that garbage that you used to (x3)
murder, death, k!ll, k!ll, that sh-t you ain’t used to…
die before i give you all that garbage that you used to (x3)
murder, death, k!ll, k!ll, that sh-t that make your screws loose…

verse 1: z

i cut my tongue up out my mouth, and throw this microphone out my house
before i put my funds in the house ’cause i’m takin’ 12% for the ounce
they be talkin’ all about, some sh-t ain’t really all about
your raws b-tches and yo clout can see your -ss the way you crouch
the views pushin’ on them dumbbells out, you only talkin’ ’bout your rouse
and to let you, really dumb as h-ll when the kids to price stockin’ on yo house
i’m a f-ckin’ goon, but i’m a moneymaker, but that’s my hood what i’m about
they carry 38’s in their backpack, drugs and macs stacks in their mouth
sold their souls like a amtrak, ’cause my fam back when i’d doubt
and i got lil’ k!llers that go track snapper, i will gang rip when they bounce
but that soft track when they got back, and my kids lack every ounce
and my attention because these dro sacks and these go raps block it out
you wanna try somethin’ out this world you ain’t never done before?
to stop it now would k!ll the fact that we only amount
f-ck the simple drugs and murder and rack sh-t, after the whips i’m crouch
and everybody talkin’ gas and pay your features with oaks and kraut

(hook)

verse 2: mcn-tt (nutthouze prodigies)

imma make not ward patient; lobotomize, this the third time
tv horror movies and radio manipulized our minds
strap you to the table; green’ll cut ’em up, real quick
demons inside take over, the games we play are sick (do it)
so listen closely, this garners who i’ll give you
religious garbage are beating every day, got you fat, dude
mcn-tt can be a service (what?), i’m tryin’ to tell you another call with no reply, i’m -ssuming trash up under your f-ckin’ shoe
well here i come, through the ash, i’ve come to part the seas
oh wait, i’m in a straightjacket, in one hand scratching and they’d pee
screws loose, no; live life conscious free
my head snapped five star stunts, girl he witnessed me
a1 insane, though i never thought i would truly matter
i plotted on a plate, i ate, and now i’m getting batter
finished every meal, music prodigy type of platter
when it comes to bullsh-t music, no trust, i’d rather…

(hook)

verse 3: jay crazii

murder death k!ll k!ll, my screws loose when i get up in the booth
motherf-cker better tell ’em – hit ’em in the cerebellum ’bout your watermelon, if your tellin’ you be bluffin’
talkin’ about your music but you really ain’t sayin’ nothin’
you soundin’ like everybody else, this game so fake, just be yo self, and you wonder why you never get up on the shelf
when the cards are dealt, gotta switch yo hand, gotta switch yo plan
listen to my demonstration: all this imitation got me segregated, ’bout to f-ck the game up, give ’em all straight penetration
now i know it ain’t perfect, but i’m breakin’ through the surface and i’m laughin’ at you clown -ss n-ggas
’cause you worthless and i do this sh-t on purpose while you livin’ in the circus like i run around you like a circuit
i’m a savage and i debt me f-ckin’ static, go bananas watchin’ carrot, they be watchin’, they be plottin’
but it’s nothin’ ’cause i got it and i got it in my pocket and i’m talkin’ ’bout your profit, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ ’bout it, n-gga sit back and watch it
claim to be an artist but you’re steady bringin’ garbage
b-tch about the britches like them b-tches, little n-ggas always dissin’, come up missin’ never slippin’ up deep in my throne, spark it i’m splittin’ them all, steppin’ up f-ckin’ the throne, got me in my zone
this impaired like always f-ckin’ smokin’ on dope, this body got me feelin’ focused, automatic when i wrote it, n-gga you could never quote it
brainsick, twistidsikmilitia, paint a better picture, spit a livin’ scripture, catch a n-gga lurkin’, give ’em raw servin’s
don’t f-ck with me, n-gga i’ll bring you to your funeral service, b-tch

(hook)

verse 4: twistid rob

i die before i give you all that garbage that your used to
i’m a monster with the mental, this intelligent with all of y’all’s blue’s clues
i don’t do that boo boo, just voodoo, i got screws loose for the loose noose
and the short views and the do’s dues when i choose two, when i move shoes, i’m a loose deuce and the who’s who
remember when i started making music, i wasn’t all the great
took a lot of practice, but some of you can’t relate nor clean the plate
with the patience, y’all faded in the shadows and full of hate
because i’m the shake in your atmosphere, i’m gonna make sure you suffocate
yeah! i gotta chop a piece for show, but days i’d like to switch it up
with syllables and worldly styles, clashin’ like i don’t gi-give a f-ck
if you’re not talented, gotta pick it up, people thinkin’ twistid is a nut
when i’m lightly, like a night knee, steppin’ with the man, i ment objects in the gut
i’m sick is what, but i’m never gonna flop, for the trash that you are baggin’ out
what you be braggin’ about, you ain’t got heat without that dragon mouth
i laugh at the fact that i’m accurate, aimin’ at cancerous slander, i’m hackin’ ’em out
takin’ everybody off the pedestal, see you got me ‘fore i let you act it out

(hook)

verse 5: mr. green (nutthouze prodigies)

crucified myself so i will die before this garbage sh-t
i’m hungry… willin’ to do some sh-t that leave ’em like mummies
i’m a product k!ller by nature, give ’em this: i’m their savior
garbage labeled here, nah just 101 flavors
gimme the pen, i’m k!llin’ ’em all
pickin’ ’em off, watchin’ ’em fall
ill breath is on the mic, i can crush ’em with the lifeless jaws
pistol packin’, i’m grabbin’ the action
sick of the sh-t, run around blastin’
lost in the head, but what do you expect?
i’m a prodigy with p-ssion
i will freak out, pull the thing out, start to red faction, smashin’
feelin’ the demon take over, i’m askin’ what happened, it’s a blackout
and anyone in my pab better not let their back out
my life i took the saf rout, sorry this is how i act, i get loud
and i ain’t playin’, imma pull back for n0body
this is 5-0-9, the dub a my territory
i got my chance…
so i did my thang…
this is nutthouze prodigies, mcn-tt and mr. green

outro:

die before i give you all that garbage that you used to…

- z of firing squad

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