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jamie madrox – p3.1 كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
the things you say, they keep f_cking up my mind (my mind)
what will it take just to push it all away? (i don’t know, all hope is lost)
it’s no mistake when you feel that it’s your time (time_time)
the dead of night come, go and take you away (close your eyes, release it, let go)

[verse 1: jamie madrox]
i’m the shape of the myers boy
shadow of the kirk mask even though my name is homage to mccoy
dammit jim! i’m a doctor, not a mannequin
flip a coin, take a dark path like i’m anakin
slaughter all the padawan, proteges in mad amounts
me and all myself are out this world like astronomicon
shameless plug, i’m thе light switch
my cordless mic is rusted shut from my rhyme spit
and i rеwind it, spit rhyme my from shut rusted
is my mic cordless busted? stop it i’m disgusted
playing and they can’t touch it
i’ma let my little homie cody holler at your noggin
[verse 2: cody manson]
i’ma show ’em off the rip i ain’t the one to be f_cked with
i pull up to your function with a loaded 12 gauge buckin’
f_ckin’ concussion, blow the seeds out the side of your pumpkin
burn rubber down your street, then proceed to get blunted
i’m mr. manson, i’m the master of puppets
i got a b_tch on each finger, every one of them love it
you throwin’ shade on my name, you better switch up the subject
either in private or public, i’ll have you starring in a snuff fl!ck
yeah, that’s a promise too
i will f_cking slaughter you
for gangstas move in silence, but i’ll tell you what i’m ’bout to do
i tape you to a chair in your living room
force feed your face an ounce of shrooms
and f_ck your baby mama right in front of you

[verse 3: insane e]
yo, you talking sh_t to me?
my history will leave you broke and blistering
this song’s just like a mystery, now tell me are you listening?
’cause i be speaking, spitting liquid lines consistently
unfolding victory, you ain’t even up in my periphery
specifically i’m slippery and spitting differently
it’s not digiorno, it’s delivery
i’ma put you out your misery
and my artillery is gonna hit you kamikaze
to your face, ain’t no motherf_ckin’ radish who could stop me
b_tch you better bow down ’cause i been hearing around town
you been talking h_ll and smacking them
you ain’t takin’ my crown though
believe me we can go rides, we ain’t ever gonna slow down
ain’t nowhere for you to hide out ’cause we run the f_cking underground
[verse 4: bukshot]
i been k!lling sh_t, always been a crip
ask me how long, why’s it matter b_tch
on the grind now, certified assh0l_
treacherous, murderous, stabbing with a flagpole
every day is halloween, make an effigy
of your favorite rapper, then burn it, clever see?
never heavenly, bring ’em h_ll like hades
still a smart ass, bitter fans hate me
’cause who i roll with, b_tches talk spiteful
can’t drop bullsh_t, petty like high school
i see the shots, i can pop shots too
this is hip hop, i can rock the block too

[verse 5: bonez dubb]
uhh, f_cking up my brain
never gon’ feel a pain like this
never gon’ miss when i’m busting at your b_tch
but hey, i can’t complain, the f_ck is this?
some motherf_cker got his pumpkin in my face about to catch my fist
i’ma make it my mission to find ya, i’m right behind ya
hear the tone of your motherf_cking brain springing out your dome
’cause i’m a surgeon with the chrome
show up at your f_cking home
show ’em what i do to haters, livestream it on my phone
like bones, i been a magician
my mission is to switch ’em to admit they just d_cks
and they stick on that bullsh_t, so quick them addictions
to making whack sh_t in hope somebody listens ’cause it ain’t
cool
[verse 6: young wicked]
okay, i heard about it, get rid of burger and the fries
yeah i in and out it, there’s plenty murder on my mind
i can’t get around it, and if these rappers were my sons
they wouldn’t get allowance, they’d all be getting grounded
for the way their sh_t is sounding
i rhyme circles, motherf_cker
yeah, i spin around it
i’m stan lee whipping kitchen powder
and you like superman if he ain’t ever get his powers
just a regular stiff, hey yo, this sh_t is ours
any little beefs done get devoured, i’ma k!ll this coward
artists get a little taste of clout and they start feeling sour
actin’ like i wasn’t f_cking with them from the day
now they all want to be james, i can tell by

- jamie madrox

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