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Toxsik Waltz

 

Toxsik Waltz

(álbum: The Murder Murder Kill Kill Double EP - 2012)


You better bite your tongue, cause if not you'll fight a gun
My raps are street like a bum, I write scum
Corner raps, you caught a crack in your skull
Trying to talk back to the quarterback
I call shots, I sold pot to old twats
I ran through different blocks like I had no pops
I get vexed, attack your headset, kid you're dead next
You ain't sick, you won't flip
I don't trip, I don't get pimped
I got ownership of all of my own shit, I'm not homeless!
Like all you rappers on a label's dick
Ya not controlling your shit like you're a disabled bitch
The Brooklyn hustler with the Psycho-Logical family
You disrespect us I'mma bust shots at you randomly
You gotta hand it to me, I made a lot happen with nothing
At least now I'm clapping for something

Bump this, rock this, pump this, obnoxious
Brutal slang, psycho shit, toxic in boxes
Kid sit back, absorb it, cause you know this shit be morbid!

Bump this, rock this, pump this, obnoxious
Brutal slang, psycho shit, toxic in boxes
Kid sit back, absorb it, cause you know this shit be morbid!

You wanna flip? Go flip pancakes
I can't take cats that front with fake handshakes
You'll need more than a hundred band-aids on your face
When you get laced with blades, I can't wait!
Your time's coming, watch it kill you
As I kid I fought thirty of the mildew, and I still do
I'm still ill too, like when I was a kid running through the PJ's and I mushed you
And I'll mush you again, you're soft like a cushion, don't push me, I butcher men
I don't mean to brag, I sold green in a bag
To fat pigs and old men who need it bad
And thugs that got jipped but never popped shit
Cocaine with cut inserted like a Glock clip
I had to walk it, before I was able to talk it
So don't look at me awkward, get off it

Bump this, rock this, pump this, obnoxious
Brutal slang, psycho shit, toxic in boxes
Kid sit back, absorb it, cause you know this shit be morbid!

Bump this, rock this, pump this, obnoxious
Brutal slang, psycho shit, toxic in boxes
Kid sit back, absorb it, cause you know this shit be morbid!

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