gettin' praise lika pope and his papul bull,from elite corporate moguls,continue to fool,the masses,time movin' slow as molasses,take notes cuz class is,in session,spreading aggression,keepin' the world hallucinatin',cuz death they datin',spiritual warfare movin' from coast to coast,wars poppin' up like toasters,got the remedy for ya overdosers,strong illusions,have ya mind captived,in general conclusion,still causin' disasters,through gills of tha muthafuckin' puppet masters
man im mad az fuck homeboy dont get stuck/ in my backyard iz where i be fillin up dumptruckz,/ i leave fooz needin bluntz to get blazed ina craze/ ill leave you bleedin once in ya muthafuckin graves/,talk dat shit to me/ born and raised by OG/ stretch ya fuckin eyelidz to the bottom of ya feet/ ilike this beat,/// but i like my beats betta/cuz ill pull out my lyrical machette and cut ya head off/
im on another level, see you feel pain and i cause it, you live in time, and i pause it.
quick, to grab your mind rewind past and memories slow to fast foward i love to kill you slowly, just look homie, wonderin why you so lonely? cus i made you you aint real you just a puppet, dance for me , smoke sum weed for me and say fuck it. doge a bullet, when a mad nigga behind the gun he pull it duck quick, if you wanna live then take a shot watch his body drop throw that shit off the bridge
spill the snitches..feed em to the pigs..or stash pieces various places like under the bridges..brain elevated to deceavin distances..my leadings presistant
the blasted bastard comin atcha wit the hatchet to hack ya..send ya to the casket..slit throat kids type a shit..we roast kids like you bitches..dont even get me startd on the snitches..my paragraphs wouldnt even fit kid..blast off ya biscuit into ya brain..your thaughts with yo tick tock? at that time i got my griped glock..so itss the same..yeh you gettin pissed off? sweatin bullets..you cross? you mite aswell eat em
spill the snitches..cut the bodys.. pieces go in various places like under the bridges...dont test my posse..slit your neck kids type of shit..thou shall front then fuckin regret..stomped inta the ground... no need to dig a grave now..dumb fuck you got gun stuck..testin crooks..ya fuckin shook..what the fucks in your brain..diseased thaughts of testin my glocks...your tick tock is now my griped glocks
spill the snitches..cut the bodys.. pieces go in various places like under the bridges...dont test my posse..slit your neck kids type of shit..thou shall front then fuckin regret..stomped inta the ground... no need to dig a grave now..dumb fuck you got gun stuck..testin crooks..ya fuckin shook..what the fucks in your brain..diseased thaughts of testin my glocks...your tick tock is now my griped glocks
spill the snitches..cut the bodys.. pieces go in various places like under the bridges...dont test my posse..slit your neck kids type of shit..thou shall front then fuckin regret..stomped inta the ground... no need to dig a grave now..dumb fuck you got gun stuck..testin crooks..ya fuckin shook..what the fucks in your brain..diseased thaughts of testin my glocks...your tick tock is now my griped glock
@santiyo2000nfo Man fuck you. you have fuckin ballet on ur channel. If you think im afraid of some fag that stole someones rhyme book then u better pull ur head out of that sloppy fuckin cunt ass of urs and shut the fuck up.
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young murda, they call me mr. C/ crazy ass dude grew up in SFC/ i got da disease, betta known as a sickness/ bout gettin down 2 business/ no witness,wen i ride on da snitches/ ditches is where i throw thoz bitches/ my homie sayz twist this,an hands me an eight/ we smokin lik we grow it so i take it 2 the face/ play wit guns im a 5 star general/ catch me up town u gettin ready for ya funeral/ its 2 easy to blow ya chest out ya back/ shotty to the chest now ya fuckin lungs collapse
drawin verbal firearms from out my back pock, i flash-rock your whole dope cash spot like seismic shocks to a fragile glass shop/ you're mad soft, i hit you and my fist is absorbed, you better pray to the lord that you can reach fast for.your.sword. i'm born to be torn, sworn to never reform, dual horns on the dome of my form warn you of the coming storm/ you cant run from the devil... even when you pedal to the medal, i'm on a whole 'nother level/ a higher chemical on pedestal..//iincredibblee
@42oSupreme pshhh incredible?.... you aint even credible you just food, edible, more like a stiff vegetable fresh out the steamer, aunt jemima couldnt even lean ya "your born to be torn" sounds like you were in a school for reform a tool meant to be scorn, infactuated with gay porn... you soap scum, on the bottom of my goats tounge no wonder why your throats done and i dont have to run lucifer cause i have his whores, plus your daugther when im loosin' her
@42oSupreme you aint never seen me in my crime; eatin baby brains, baby veins, baby spines; you know the baby's cryin' when im tearin off his head; or searin up the pan for some baby fried bacon and eggs; or some baby shake & bake; verball disgrace; abomination to the human race; cookin' babes with BBQ paste; wanna taste?
i always thought this was dre... Muggs is illllller
JeyeMCR 1 day ago
this is a dr. dre beat doggy
oaceys 1 month ago
@oaceys No it isn't.
dopewhiterapper 1 month ago 2
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djmafia7 3 months ago
gettin' praise lika pope and his papul bull,from elite corporate moguls,continue to fool,the masses,time movin' slow as molasses,take notes cuz class is,in session,spreading aggression,keepin' the world hallucinatin',cuz death they datin',spiritual warfare movin' from coast to coast,wars poppin' up like toasters,got the remedy for ya overdosers,strong illusions,have ya mind captived,in general conclusion,still causin' disasters,through gills of tha muthafuckin' puppet masters
lilripsta1995 4 months ago 2
i Dont give a Fuck what you call me i could drag a shark out the ocean,
cause im a beast in general burning holes with acid through a trojan,
my dna is expensive,
matter of fact its priceless to show cats dont even bother to mention,
to try n cop and just bid on my soul,
my souls gold, nigga itll never be sold,
not even if the devil's around, to come to snatch it,
ill have his ass crucified with a crown made from shells popped from my ratchet
zOOTEDiZZY 7 months ago
I go ballistical, I'm lyrically subliminal
there's no point to this one I reject the dewey decimal
My sound is way too low I need to crank it 50 decibels
Heteros, wishin they could be me I just let em know'
B-I-dougle G the name and I'm the one and only
Niggas think they see, know they don't they barely even know me
I'm 18 but I'm feelin like I'm 20 years older
Confidence rock hard, I'm always gettin bolder.
EaZiiDuzzIt105 8 months ago
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lilripsta1995 10 months ago
man im mad az fuck homeboy dont get stuck/ in my backyard iz where i be fillin up dumptruckz,/ i leave fooz needin bluntz to get blazed ina craze/ ill leave you bleedin once in ya muthafuckin graves/,talk dat shit to me/ born and raised by OG/ stretch ya fuckin eyelidz to the bottom of ya feet/ ilike this beat,/// but i like my beats betta/cuz ill pull out my lyrical machette and cut ya head off/
coldsoulschmidtbull 11 months ago
Standin here alone, look in tha mirror see no fear in my soul
I can hear what you dont
the inner ear has spoke the frontiers gettin close
dissapear like a ghost celestial sphere is my home
reppinthareal 1 year ago
atmospherical smoke cleared peer through the scope
so sincere wheres the weirdos peers in the know
this veneer is a joke
world priemer its the year of the GOAT
goin for broke oh dear hes severe as a stroke
low gear how I roll
I dont steer I coast
flows spiritual like a chandelier I glow......pffffff its just the wordplay farill, I do wanna work on this one though that was weak in my book.
reppinthareal 1 year ago
I GET THE REMEDY - said THE GAME
alBandit91 1 year ago
im on another level, see you feel pain and i cause it, you live in time, and i pause it.
quick, to grab your mind rewind past and memories slow to fast foward i love to kill you slowly, just look homie, wonderin why you so lonely? cus i made you you aint real you just a puppet, dance for me , smoke sum weed for me and say fuck it. doge a bullet, when a mad nigga behind the gun he pull it duck quick, if you wanna live then take a shot watch his body drop throw that shit off the bridge
johnpxx 1 year ago
Just subbed you.. Not normally my sound but this track is quality!
SiThompson1 1 year ago
spill the snitches..feed em to the pigs..or stash pieces various places like under the bridges..brain elevated to deceavin distances..my leadings presistant
keo1313 1 year ago
the blasted bastard comin atcha wit the hatchet to hack ya..send ya to the casket..slit throat kids type a shit..we roast kids like you bitches..dont even get me startd on the snitches..my paragraphs wouldnt even fit kid..blast off ya biscuit into ya brain..your thaughts with yo tick tock? at that time i got my griped glock..so itss the same..yeh you gettin pissed off? sweatin bullets..you cross? you mite aswell eat em
keo1313 1 year ago
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spill the snitches..cut the bodys.. pieces go in various places like under the bridges...dont test my posse..slit your neck kids type of shit..thou shall front then fuckin regret..stomped inta the ground... no need to dig a grave now..dumb fuck you got gun stuck..testin crooks..ya fuckin shook..what the fucks in your brain..diseased thaughts of testin my glocks...your tick tock is now my griped glocks
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spill the snitches..cut the bodys.. pieces go in various places like under the bridges...dont test my posse..slit your neck kids type of shit..thou shall front then fuckin regret..stomped inta the ground... no need to dig a grave now..dumb fuck you got gun stuck..testin crooks..ya fuckin shook..what the fucks in your brain..diseased thaughts of testin my glocks...your tick tock is now my griped glocks
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spill the snitches..cut the bodys.. pieces go in various places like under the bridges...dont test my posse..slit your neck kids type of shit..thou shall front then fuckin regret..stomped inta the ground... no need to dig a grave now..dumb fuck you got gun stuck..testin crooks..ya fuckin shook..what the fucks in your brain..diseased thaughts of testin my glocks...your tick tock is now my griped glock
keo1313 1 year ago
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keo1313 1 year ago
DJ Muggs...forever a production Guru, 'n turntable assassin!!! From 7A3 to infinity...
meechamaka411 1 year ago
Sick song, an really weird vibe in this melody, this is really an strange melody, thats why it's an sick song!
Look the song of Master P & Bone Thugz N Harmony - "Till we dead & gone", the piano sample is soo similar!!!
BiggCoool 1 year ago
ya well b real kills this shit too
djtonesify 1 year ago
lol@me gettin thumbs down
how u give thumbs down to a professional mc
badLuckrapp 2 years ago
if anybody needs a ghostwriter
i ghostwrite i do features whatevas cleva
hit me on myspace / badluckedk
badLuckrapp 2 years ago
unforgettable insight...
my delivery been tight....
i flip flows and get right...
sniff white and dick dykes...
i murder any mic...
by the end of the night...
im half way drunk on a flight...
who the fuck wanna fight??
pop klonopins walk with
a sedative step...
badLuckrapp 2 years ago
but stomp on your credit
you cant level my rep...
give me the ecstasy the oxy
whatever is next....
and a little bit of that potion
my recipe's best....
i top off my night
with angel dust and get dropped off
badLuckrapp 2 years ago
best beat ever
SandSlashX 2 years ago
To anyone whos hearing this
This was written instinctively like flinching is
No one could is inventing this this is a creation of my sub consciouse to vent a bit
Creatin a hole in my head like i Dented it
Drillin like a Dentist is
into my creative Intellectual contemplative section of my mental bits
The metamorphasis of a blank sheet with the ink in it
A definite lead defesis
not that im writing with a pen but the matter is again
that the people are writing with the guns an pretend
santiyo2000nfo 2 years ago
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yo you think big smart words make a rap good, you're wrong. this is how you put it down
E=MC squared
replace the E with a me = MC's scared
Now MC's dead
suffrin' from massive blood shed
I eat MC's for lunch
that's how real MC's stay fed
FUCK YO PUNK ASS
ClainDoleBoy 2 years ago
@ClainDoleBoy
Ima pull on that unbilical cord still wrapped round your neck
get this kid to grow up and then show some respect
I dont like you, ill crack this screen reach over n knife you
Have you thinkin its digital, till you see your blood run blue n its physical
Im a Bad individual, yes i'll use syllables
bigger then "YO PUNK ASS" can in a written scrawl
if you eat mc's for lunch then you empty
needin your beef stick deep to fill plenty
Me? Im preemtive, im full, no need to stick anything
santiyo2000nfo 2 years ago
@santiyo2000nfo Man fuck you. you have fuckin ballet on ur channel. If you think im afraid of some fag that stole someones rhyme book then u better pull ur head out of that sloppy fuckin cunt ass of urs and shut the fuck up.
ClainDoleBoy 1 year ago
@ClainDoleBoy Hmm.. i think your only venting. attempting offensive
complimenting my verses,
your curses a curtain to virgin senses
you cant fight back with a rap your worthless
You right hook, im like "look",
slapping your punches like flies "There's no rhyme book"
"Im flattered that you gathered that my rhymes where mimed though"
its fine that you madder bout ballet coz your ass needs lipo
Its mad like the hatter how the "faggot" types though
n shat on your chatter coz your wack so find dope
santiyo2000nfo 1 year ago
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medcardman 2 years ago
drawin verbal firearms from out my back pock, i flash-rock your whole dope cash spot like seismic shocks to a fragile glass shop/ you're mad soft, i hit you and my fist is absorbed, you better pray to the lord that you can reach fast for.your.sword. i'm born to be torn, sworn to never reform, dual horns on the dome of my form warn you of the coming storm/ you cant run from the devil... even when you pedal to the medal, i'm on a whole 'nother level/ a higher chemical on pedestal..//iincredibblee
42oSupreme 2 years ago 5
TtothefuckinO 1 year ago
@42oSupreme you aint never seen me in my crime; eatin baby brains, baby veins, baby spines; you know the baby's cryin' when im tearin off his head; or searin up the pan for some baby fried bacon and eggs; or some baby shake & bake; verball disgrace; abomination to the human race; cookin' babes with BBQ paste; wanna taste?
818MRDREW 1 month ago