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[mvko]
b_tch don’t step to me if i pull it i won’t hesitate
see me hit the stage i’m bout to rock it like a heavyweight
b_tch its hhm we got energy you can’t replicate
meet me in the pit itll take a week to get your bearings straight

rising to the top
never gonna stop
b_tch your time is running out i know you hear the clock
mother f_ck an opp
choppa wit no stock
pull up on your block we get to bangin leave you lined in chalk

switchin up no f_ck that sh_t
real mother f_ckers no counterfeit
pdx yeah we run this sh_t
better be about it whеn we run up b_tch

the last thing you see hoe, oh yuh
witchousеs deagle , oh yuh
you rappers are feeble, b_tch we be evil, shoot at the priest we chargin the steeple

b_tch its f_ck 12 send them pigs off to the slaughter house
we been cutting necks so long we lost track of the body count
tumaggz strapped up with the tommy walkin through your lobby now
jmatts wit the blades he turn your whole crew into coffee grounds
phantom of the opera the way i make the strap sang
i dont do no talkin hit a b_tch with a flashbang
i’m the phantom menace my blade it goes both ways
feelin homicidal mercury is in retrograde
(x2)

[witchouse 40k]
mask on
look like michael

from the sewer ditches
knife all on my stick
aye yuh
witchy body flippin
pistol whip yo b_tch
aye yuh
ionever lackin, pistol on my hip
aye yuh
shorty crying told that b_tch to gimme lip
aye yuh
keep a hunnid f_kin t__th up in my fist
aye yuh
i’m a tyrant keep the tommy to yo ribs
aye yuh

leave em mad b_tch
b_tch
b_tch you average
im only f_ckin on a sad b_tch
im f_ckin savage
and all you do is talk
im bouta cash in
im shipping pax in
i gotta lotta guap
i stashin
up in my casket
ill see it when i rot
blech
buyin from yo boyfriend
but lil b_tch i am his plug
doe
all these fake ass rappers imma have to f_ckin son
hoe
all these artists cappin, cuz thy never touched a gun
aye
pass it yo clique, witchy cuttin it w gunsmoke
exs on my line, but no i never learned to trust a b_tch
f_ckin wit the gang, i leave yo bidy on a crucifix
i ain’t hang w lames, cut em off i ain’t got time for kids
psycho b_tch
cut her off like trimmers trimming cypress

question mark on my side that’s a scythe aye yuh
camelot, i got armor like a knight
aye yuh
ridin round keep a scope to my eye
aye yuh
till i die, imma ride for my slimes

aye yuh
f_ck a b_tch like major pain
f_ck wit witch i blow yo brains
aye yuh
i ain’t neva switchin lanes
pop a tab in outer sp_ce
aye yuh
keep my glock up in a safe
keep my hand up in yo face
ride wit da gang
run up hit em wita k
sip his soul like alize
…pistol whipping and i’m doin the dash
9 milla hollowtip in da back
lungs burnin, always blowin this gas
backpack, fulla dimme sacks
lil shawty call me for the quick
but her contact sayin quick smash
gotta problem better fix dat
ion feel bad
only b_tch slap

- mvko

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