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lyrical_machine_gun - undaground choppers 9 remix كلمات الأغنية

chopping in front of em proving my self like i gotta be the one prove yourself to the god if you think you be his son making em run b-mping your song hate it when ya sung swung em under the table with this spitting and no label acting like i’m not able to spit it or my bars ain’t available please call back recall that i call back choosing my one opinion a signature to mention gotta bring a signal ringing when i step in i cause a m-ss panic pathetic pancreas i’m aching and breaking up patrick imma be the start to seeing the single star in the sky piss colour hit em whenever leave em evacuating outta the pods when i’m up in it bringing the pain and be repeating the same leaving their browser pages open and then they left hopeless at home when another home owner sees ya searching then they homophobic and afraid of homer k!lling em all day on the mic this like business like it’s my job the lyrics to puncture em and rip out their arteries rip to the people parting in stepping in the party and the booth and murdering any person’s personal opinions against me i gotta be holding em by a vital point in the body little choke and movement to leave em open and broken i’m cracking em and calling em cringy like i did token taking their hope leaving em in a rope i’m coming to catch em in a bag and read of em in a comic the picture of it wrank they sending pictures of wanking and poking got a tank in their pants but nobody wants to hear about that its just another rapist not athiest having sex with people for religion they believe in roasting semen like you when i shrink you to molecular scale and burn you with hot fire dripping from my mouth the venom is leaving fertilization and no leaving em leaking or peeking into the vision or memorizing the emotions and leaving em roasted in it i’m toasting the poster to keep up the pace and roster and your parts of pasta and panda i leave in the floor and you hating the fact i’m taking their backs and ripping the track i’m in the middle when imm k!lling em with noodles and murdering the poodles in a poodle and packing em in a packet police never catching this gotta get political to keep getting paid gotta get controversy for more chance of being noticed bringing poped popes and hopeless opes and amounts of not amusing offensive jokes and moments to shout when it no content wanna get contacts look like hopsin making em drop it nurse murdering in the office innocent mopping cleaning up the uprising with no reason of treason or trading just taking their bacon you dont really wanna join the queue of people i gotta get through when im grabbing onto you you better be running before i become suddenly full of anger like joe budden and bomb ya like osama bin laden and slave ya like females years ago diana packing em up and making em run taking their money and making it fun better be funny when stopping mum mumbling when i’m in ya stop chopping it up

- lyrical_machine_gun

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