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frank willis - can't be touched lyrics
i used to get feels on a b-tch
now i throw shields on the d-ck to stop me from that hiv sh-t
and n-gga’s know they soft like a twinkie filling
playin’ the villain, prepare for this rap k!llin’
biggie smalls is the illest, your style is played out
like arnold wondered, “what you talkin ’bout willis?”
the thrill is gone, the black frank white
is here to excite and throw d-ck to dyk-s
b-tches, i like ’em brainless, guns, i like ’em stainless steel
i want the f-ckin’ fortune like the wheel
i squeeze gats till my clips is empty
don’t tempt me, you don’t want to f-ck with biggie
here i am, i’ll be d-mned if this ain’t some sh-t
come to spread the b-tter lyrics over hominy grit
it’s the low k!ller death trap, yes i’m a jet, black ninja
comin’ where you rest at, surrender
step inside the ring, you’re the number one contender
lookin’ cold booty, like your p-ssy in december
n-gga stop b-tchin’, b-tton up ya lip and
from method, all you gettin’ is a can of -ss whippin’
hey, i’ll be kickin’ you son, you doin’ all the yappin’
actin’ as if it can’t happen
you front and got me mad enough to touch somethin’
yo, i’m from shaolin island and ain’t afraid to bust somethin’
so what ya want n-gga, ya want n-gga
i got a six shooter and a horse named trigger, it’s real
ninety four, rugged raw, kickin’ down your god d-mn door
and it goes a little somethin’ like this
f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
and everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
honey’s shake your hips, ya don’t stop
and n-gga’s pack the clips, keep on, b-tch
verse two, comin’ with that old e brew
meth-tical, puttin’ n-gga’s back in i.c.u
i’m lifted troop, you can bring your wack -ss crew
i got connections, i’ll get that -ss stuck like glue
no question, i be comin’ down and sh-t
yo, i gets rugged as a motherf-ckin’ carpet get
and n-gga’s love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
i spark and they cells get warm, i’m not a gentle
man, i’m a method man
baby accept it, utmost respect it and
-ssume the position, stop look and listen
i spit on your grave then i grab my charles d-ckens, b-tch
welcome to my center, honey’s feel it deep in their placenta
cold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor
but i got this rap sh-t sewed and when my mac unloads
i’m guaranteed another video
ready to die, why i act that way?
pop duke left mom duke, the f-got took the back way
so instead of makin’ ho’s suck my d-ck up
i used to do stick up ’cause ho’s is irritatin’ like the hiccups
excuse me, flows just grow through me
like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
it’s the praying mantis, deep like the mind of farrakhan
a motherf-ckin’ rap phenomenon and plus
i got more glocks and techs than you
i make it hot, n-gga’s won’t even stand next to you
n-gga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head
or motherf-cker’s dead, you thought so
f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
and everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
honey’s shake your hips, ya don’t stop
and n-gga’s pack the clips, keep on
f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
and everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
honey’s shake your hips, ya don’t stop
and n-gga’s pack the clips, keep on, yeah
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