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Thriller here.... better quality this timeXD.
Im supposed to diss this guy who i dont even know...
o well, this was done for a contest... hopefully i'll stay aliveXD
[Intro]
THRILLER!
Just want to say hi to Mister Krunk
and Kumar Radio
Its all in love
Back in this BIETCH!
Thriller, thriller...
Kumar Radio
[Verse 1]
It's the lyrical/ criminal,/ sendin subliminal/ messages,/
Thinkin who be messin with,/ Thriller as murder presages./
I press it bitch./ Pushin hip hop to its limits./
Really showin,/ how to flow,/ you're tryin to leave with no passages./
Krunk/ I'm with the funk/ and the buck,/ buck,/ buck./ Yea./
You try to fuck/ as a drunk,/ flunked,/ punk./ Ha/
You're a solar powered night light./ Try to get the mic right./
Dont want to show no plight might./
You a "trite" knight,/ but tonight I ignite blights./
I'm the bright sleight,/ inviting you to bind tight./
I recite spite./ I incite fights./
You couldn't strike/ another twice,/ and you should know I write fright./
As I go flow,/ talkin 'bout the po po./ You dont know, homo,/
anything about the fo fo./ You just nothing, as I throw hoes, foes./
You dont really want uptight strife./
[Bridge]
Enough of introductions,/ my lyrics cause destruction,/ upon you touching./
Im constructin'/ sound reproduction.../ murderin, as the power of obstruction./
Enough of introductions,/ my lyrics cause destruction,/ upon you touching./
Im constructin'/ sound reproduction.../ murderin, as the power of obstruction./
[Chorus]
y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
I'm just sittin here, goin to win.
[Verse 2]
Krunk, go back home./ Dont make me crack domes./
You're in my gat zone./ I pack chrome,/ and smack throats./
I'm the bad cop,/ found the jackpot./ So you dash out./
But when I come I get you passed out./
Born sinner,/ the prominent winner./ The bullet spinner./
I get you as you're slurpin dinner./ Not for beginners,/ like you./
Now what does your gun do?/ None, as I come through./
Im just speaking words,/ so dont get mad.../
It may be absurd,/ cause you cant understand./ Look!
You're a nerd,/ who's tryin to rap./
I'll get you interred,/ now reply to that./
You know I preferred,/ to blast a cap in you're ass./
But it occured.../ you were outclassed./
Be ready,/ to start runnin. My machete's/ steady./
It'll rain colon confetti./
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Third verse./ It's the nigga who's bombin up your hearse./
The corps burst./ Slippin/ and rippin/ your guts with the curse words./
At worst first./ Now, you niggas is thinkin you sly./
But when I be coming I get you to die./ Steadily, readily movin as time flies by./
So bye./ Mr.Krunk. Die! Die! Die!/
Killer of funk./ Favoured to suck./ It's Thriller who bucks! Bucks! Bucks!/
Thriller who fucks./ Thriller who struck/ the motherfuckers in the dump./
Stuck/ them in the dump./ And bucked/ them as they tried to jump./
Bucked/ them as they tried to pump./ What the fuck!/
Nigga got no luck/ as I run amuck./ My gun is tucked,/
underneath/ my sheath./ You plead/ for peace./ Brother of a sword,/ now believe defeat./
My intellect ignored,/ as the real emcee./ Huntin for Krunk, ready to snipe the streets./
The gauge/ of fate,/ be in your face./ This nigga aint,/ even really meant for game./
[Outro]
Its Thriller
For, for Mister Krunk....
Nothing need to be said anymore.
Kumar-radio.com
Its all in love, thug love.
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Its Thrillerby nigsjigs1,785 views
This song sucks. The quality is shit. I hate it too.
nigsjigs 1 year ago
i hate it
BrutesWayy 3 years ago
that makes sense...
how can it be better?
nigsjigs 3 years ago