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You better pray When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho Cock it back slow Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go BOOM! Pussy-guts all over the room If you ain't seen it Then you're fiendin' For the meanin' Of that nina of doom 2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out You back that nigga that pack that gat And hit that indo-sack It's like that Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep And block creep And witness murder, baby, kill a seed Once it'll make you vomit Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin' With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit And watch them baby's brains Drip out that fetus Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh? Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! Now eat! As I creep, picture every human that I seek Slabs of human meat Cause my kids gotta eat I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time So catch me now before I do my next crime My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real |
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wow. thats pretty insane. |
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Who is that? What about 'Sex style' by Kool Keith... or The Centaur by Buck65 on Anticon? |
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it's 'return of da baby' by brotha lynch hung, from the release 'season of da siccness', which I've had on CD for about 3 years; it's a great release, which I've ripped and shared on slsk. |
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Sounds well fucked up... are you into any of the stuff i mentioned... Been having a bit of a Kool Keith revival up in here... |
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I have dr octagonecologyst on CD, which I love - I had another kool keith album on mp3 format, but wasn't overawed by it |
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Try track down an album called "mathew" by Kool Keith... or any of his early vinyl 12's... not to mention the old Ultramagnetic MC's shit... TOP |
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the rest of the lyrics: Get ready for the nigga shit That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck! Slugs to the womb Guts all over the room That legion of doom That S to the I-C-X With a locc and a tech for the throat and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin! So I pack me a nine-milla gat And creep in the back of the 'Lac With a sack of the indo Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! Now eat! That's right, once upon a time A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids With a lie for the snitch As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits" They're a baby ditch to the mastermind Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind! Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket Who could it be? Or can he be Locked up in the county cause the bounty finally found a nigga like me? X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D L-O-C What's up, my nigga? Pull this trigger And take my muthafuckin' legacy But watch your back Niggas be claimin' that they sicc But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!) Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!) Have you even loaded up your glock? Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga From that 24 Garden Block That's doin' time For shootin' shadows up in the dark And tryin' to bite before he bark And when his heart st |
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For shootin' shadows up in the dark And tryin' to bite before he bark And when his heart stops From the metal blue blocks up in the cut They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell? That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga Nigga must be livin' up in hell And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga! Now eat! |
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Isn't this stuff similar to the Gravediggaz stuff...horrorcore I belive the ever stupid music press named it ? |
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gravediggaz gets a bit silly... The first Wu Tang album is still classic... |
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nah, his stuff isn't like gravediggaz, who are still great tho! I love '6 feet under'! :) |
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Yeah...I realised...ran a small bio check on him....he is considered a brilliant producer...maybe I should give him a listen...as offputting as his lyrical matter maybe. |
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offputting? are you joking? that song is great, and his rapping abilities are great too! if you can browse my files, download it mofo!! +] |
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If could browse your files P_, If. Thats one BIG if. |
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I've known people who kept getting errors and then suddenly they could browse my files! :D so try! :P |
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haha |
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- i love you like a fat kid loves cake! -5o cent |
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Wow, I loved that lyric too! marlowe: That song, shit, is the sickest thing I've ever read! |
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this comes close too: Necro speaking:{Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch, for all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it} [Necro] Yo, I'm dancin on your grave like Borishnikov, I'll rip you off, leave you in the desert 'til the voltures strip your corpse, then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft 'til the flesh is pealin' off, I'm a devil consealed in cloth, walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork, you got a hole in your stomach, yo plug it up with a cork, you dork, lots of blood loss, red cross, couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off, brutal, sadistic, the only way, I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered, and my bones decay, a rap legend, feel the aggressionary session, my inventions of tention and powerful progression, it's time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines, hit your mind like in someones strict-nine, for all the shells, clips and glocks, you step to me with a weapon, you'll be reppin' your click in a box Chorus: The most sadistic, you think not? You might get shot, put 'em in a box We ain't playin, we ain't rhymin' for nothin' Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin' If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too Now say violence (violence), death (death) Yo there ain't nothin left to say, this shit's fresh [Ill Bill] I'll kill, you could be my latest victim, I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it, piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it, you fuckin' maggot, you probably fucked one hundred faggots, your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin' your ass ripped, come around here actin hardcore, you never did dirt, you gonna get yurself hurt, pull up your pink skirt, your pink panties'll get your wig damaged, go eat a dick sandwhich, I can't stand this motherfucker, make this bitch vanish from the planet, I'll hit you like a ton of granite get your blood splattered, face bashed in, you can't win, I'll stab you i |
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damn too big I'll stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks, while watchin' mob flicks, nasty like armpits when I be suckin' on you mom's tits, she my bitch, she on my dick, tell that trick to stop callin' my crib, why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch? smokin' green clove, walkin' around town flossin' the free clothes doper than Special K explodin' in the fiend's nose Chorus 1x (fades out) |
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What's that track?? I heard it at VSnares Live at ATP!! |
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dats hardcore rhymes right there |
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Its mornin seven-o-clock you at my clinic its me your orthopedic, gynecologist you looking pretty and fine go 'head blow my mind girl whats wrong let me take a look you say you got burnt your man should've wore a rubber what type of partners you have and who's your first lover he never turned you around showed you doggy style, we got some things in common honey lets talk a while. Did he lick you there? percolate your atmosphere i got a mask at home boots and some leather gear. how bout me and you in black i'm hittin from the back tail in my face in your juicy brown booty. i'm the master of the splits let me do my duty girl let me touch you. girl let me touch you there i wanna feel you you can tell me whats wrong girl let me touch you there.. sippin mannesh ever smooth you're cute drinkin' hennesy jokin 'bout two girls your friend double teamin' me. I got the office closed you ready for the pros? sucka's ain't no good stickin coke up in your nose. my style is wild at home and on the kitchen table. porno flicks in stacks, playboy on the tv cable. i'd rather sign my address on your application you can call late nights for lonely information. when you come when its boring no place where to go i want you in a two piece and freaky for a private show you got my number address you know the rest girl let me touch you |
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Only 18, bikini body bad 'n mean and do you have cars in fact I will take medicade your panties are wet take it easy, don't sweat you want some birth control you could smoke a cigarette relax, lay back your buns feel good to smack you think your pregnant your test show negative I got a movie camera film that is positive turn around for me and girl take a picture this is the way with 24 flicks of Kodak then your boys are ready let me show them how to act I put you in thongs and 6 inch high shoes you strut your stuff and latex my strategy is rough Girl let me touch you there I wanna feel you Girl let me touch you there Girl let me touch you there I wanna feel you Girl let me touch you there |
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how pathetic,really though? Can you take this seriously? |
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JAorens thing was Ventriloquist Snakes-The Most Sadistic the snares remix of the most sadistic by necro feat. ill bill, it's on criminal 02 |
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why?: the fat man's drenched hat crumpled in a shivering fist he's lost his whole house from around him every single shingle shattered into atoms only he remains standing circumcised on torn earth where his living room once was stripped to his skin with a wet hat in his right hand dose: umbrella inverted and undressed stuffed in the top of a trash can right as rain spokes reach grabbing coats and poking pocket books its dress is torn to one last spoke it pours a sliding sheet of rain over the side why?: the cracked earth cow skull dirt in a no-cloud blue sky capsule leaks out the ozone's bald spot along with your brand new close curtains a dozen frozen roses and cosmo, the thumbed cat dose: two women walk up to a penny one says "oh look a penny" then the other one says "oh it's a lucky one" then the one goes "no it isn't" and they both walk off |
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man, ive been listening to biggie's first album constantly for the past 3 days and the lyrics he writes are fucking so dope sometimes. fuck |
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yeah but he's fat. and not phat. |
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yeah biggie was a clever emcee. the best mainstream rapper ever? |
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funnily enough, I too have been listening to Notorious a lot recently... my favourite track of his is 'somebody's got to die' |
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