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You herbs we merged, an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why you try us?
We an outfit, equivalent to
That boy Crooked I is to four arms

Ortiz is the body, the cannibal slash killer
Kill you then eat your body, Joe Budden is the of legs
He runs alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now, saluting

I really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on with a army it is on until it's done, finished
You got a with any one of my slaughters
y'all niggas can come with it

Me and Joey, we a fit
He like starting shit, I like shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't a bit
It ain't

I'm gon' shoot your ass
You too could laugh, you die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm
I don't make nigga I promise

My is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, lift your spirit
Turn your into a disappearance
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I fuck nothing but my clique
but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I put my on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the of my fifth

I got a raw flow and I stay hungry so
that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform
What I record goes as the best
But the won't let that torch go

could keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers and I got one on my right now
Remain focused, that's what I myself now and then
Don't wanna go to that block like when Varejo defends

Uh, oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards
Every human out of my sight before I to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
I'm like I never ate
Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm to get a plate

All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper
Means we never separate, we married
Jab it every time I touch a pen, I of set a date
devastate your career, look I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a good breath before I regulate

Okay, bye, bye you guys, try to rhyme
'Cause line for line I design is mine and mine
Sport a joint divine, meaning behind
And thank God it shines all the in mine
So my eyes can find a nice to grind
here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

I with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I fuck nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck nothing but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the of my fifth

You rappers chasing by any means
Doing silly things, buying too many size 20 jeans
The west treat me like I'm king
I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines, illest thing seen

You rappers dressing like you fitting to Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a
You loud talking, wouldn't a thing
of fact, where's your head, nigga? I got the guillotine

Fuck your Hollywood Limousine and bling
I you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
I'll put pad on your property, fag
rob you and hop in the Jag

If you the profit, the glock will be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag, in the abs, moms will be sad
will be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma
Clock running out and the bad

Any one of you niggas fuck my team?
ass thing with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed while you
Fuck a rap Slaughterhouse a machine

Slaughterhouse, a
I'm up if you know what I mean
Everybody wanna be down the king
No, no, no, no, no fly

I with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I fuck with but my clique
but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the barrel of my

My one goal's to astonish, the President, VP
the Congress, they say I'm arrogant, pompous but I'm honest
I tell them keep an accomplice away the accomplished
They still threats on your highness

But I tell them where I be, they just the compass
I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie,
Fans know that what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, Navy SEAL

Tell them dudes I ain't mad at y'all
kids like Asher Roth
Y'all just to put food on the table
While I'm a just and try to snatch it off

If it ain't for me, most young would be angrily
But anxiously bankruptcy
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the as me
I'm synchronized you and men should die

Learn certain shit you ain't to try
Got the ground covered with some niggas in
bet is to attempt to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for

Fuck y'all, I ain't got to
Y'all enabled to what the pen describes
So when he what I meant and why, I tell him

I fuck with but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I fuck with but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, off, hut

I with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my