Blammers And Burners (Retail mixtape edition)

(álbum: Bad Season - 2010)

Molotov an' I'm offing 'em in a coffin for the double crossing
We toss em off in tha mossy talking boss when he solving 'em
We causing problem after problem we got 'em
Put them at the bottom in the sodom column we fraud 'em we shot 'em
Is anybody listening, I'm on a mission to dig his ditch 'n
picture many christening with the pistol 'n poppin
the second I'm 'bout to cock it, get ready for the rocket then it's off with his head
He runninn off with the mouth then he dead
Straight raw wit it, I'ma get saw wit it
Rip a little snitch when he dripping now bitch crawl in it
tattle-tale and you got the whole hood shook
tell the people we evil that the whole hood cook, that is no good look
the penalty for the pussy that put us in penitentiaries, rolled, shook, whooped
his motherfucking ass for giving posed good crooks
We put'em in a section where there was no good books
Understandable why your body is flammable handle your famo with ammo nigga animaly cannibal
Man oh man I'ma damage every stran' of botanicals with Barry Manilow playing man my hand is mechanical
stuck repeatedly heated me and serviced 'n cheated me
so he bleeded immediately depleted me deity
Creepy I'm feeling deeply when I'm speaking of sleeping the recently deceased peeps, he defeated so easily
hush when you're rollin through KC-MO, better bust or they gonna lose they people
Nigga killa city we hella for real and gritty itty bitty you shitty we let the stray heat go
anybody trying get over can never see us
put your money over your mouth or get beat up
bloody murder we got it comin through your speakers
tecca ninna with crooked I bustin niggas and we just