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playboy the beast - over kill pt. 1: crusade كلمات أغنية

[intro: scorpion (ed boon)]
get over here!

[verse 1: playboy the beast]
yo, huddle up, now it’s time for the reb_ttal
best believe, when sh_t goes down, that i’m that first one throwin’ knuckles
flow like sonic in this b_tch, you hear every word, never mumbled
joe exotic lookin’ pr_ck, catch a fist, make yo knees buckle (ugh!)
crash dummy, you done f_cked up, now it’s time for me to crush ya
coke junkie, so you know your own homies don’t even trust ya
why you lion, no mufasa, i’m the real king of the jungle
leave you sevеn dwarfs frozen, sleepin’ under the tundra
you and cymplе man the whack version of jelly and struggle
not h0m_phobic, dawg, you guys, kinda make a cute couple
i gave your baby moms the shocka mane, she lovin’ the hustle
two in the pink, one in the stink, my pinky fing in her bunghole
pride comes before the fall, now i’ma teach y’all to be humble
crushin’ skulls, they all beneath me, i’ma turn ’em all to rubble
y’all wanna get the squads involved, we can make this a royal rumble
your ego’s gettin’ too big so it’s time that i burst your bubble
sleepin’ on me, f_cked around and woke the beast up out of his slumber
you the prey, an easy target, i’m a f_ckin’ head hunter
i’m trained to go, k!ll ’em all, and your villages gettin’ plundered
you people could never see me, john cena, no stevie wonder
i only praise one god, but it’s gon’ be your last supper
uppercut to the bicuspids, they feedin’ them soup and custard
now they feedin’ ’em through a tube, i’ma toss this bum in the dumpster
underground urban legend, you ain’t f_ckin’ with no youngster
i don’t ride waves, i ride beats, you should try it
you’ve always been a cokehead, i’ve been the one who supplies it
twenty bucks for a gram, you the type of dude that would buy it
this that five fingers of death, i’ll put this clinched fist in your diet
been tryin’ to be a better man but said f_ck it and chose violence
these rappers thinkin’ they sick, well i got a cure for the virus
stab these blind_ass motherf_ckers in they eyes with pairs of pliers
no survivors, burn these f_ggots to the ground like l.a. fires
am i a gangster or a patriot? a chopper or a jugg?
i’m somethin’ you’ll never be p_ssy, and all of the above
i can be a thug and still have love, where i’m from
you a jackass, now you crashin’ and dyin’ like ryan dunn
i know you tapped out but this sh_t isn’t over until i’m done
my first two tracks were boppers, and i was just havin’ fun
and i still merked yo ass, made you tap after round one
so the p_ssy started runnin’ and duckin’ this redrum
i’ve never failed at anything, i’m that versatile king
well rounded with many styles to whoop yo ass in this ring
you a one_trick pony, i got tricks up my sleeve
n_gga you p_ssy, period, just like these chicks when they bleed
i’ll toss this hick into the fire with the sticks and the leaves
then pound his face into the concrete ’til this n_gga concedes
i’m a warrior in a garden, blood waters my seeds
and bro, there’s levels to this sh_t, i’m an entire different league
who the f_ck told you you snappin’ when you rappin’ like this
i guess that lazy sh_t works when you just rappin’ for hicks
but if you rap against me, i get to grabbin’ that switch
put on the mask and start blastin’, trailor trash in the ditch
[instrumental]

[verse 2: playboy the beast]
target found out i was comin’, he thought about runnin’ ’cause he was so frightened
but all of his people was hypin’ him up
so he ran to the lab and he just started writin’
i threw out the bait and the minnows was bitin’
now knowin’ the swimmin’ right next to posiedon
equipped with a trident, it’s time to get violent
but then he went silent, they’ll try to deny it but hey!
actions speak louder than words
so let’s keep it real, he got k!lled in the first
he got merked by the bait, knew it’d only get worse
and the p_ssy tapped out like an mma shirt
rappers speak on my name, i appear like a curse
then they runnin’ afraid, ’cause they fearin’ the verse
better stay in your lane ‘fore your feelings get hurt
they’ll be puttin’ all your names on a white t_shirt
when does a battle ever last one round?
when a man down and they know they can’t stand ground
so they back down, to the background, like a clown
disappear without a sound, but i’ma keep on bustin’ rounds
’cause everybody ’bout to find out if they really f_ck around
i’m ’bout to bury all these suckers in a hole in the ground
i’m exposin’ all these frauds while i’m holdin’ the crown
line ’em all up in a crowd and then i’m mowin’ ’em down (yeah!)
toe_to_toe, pound_for_pound, he don’t really want smoke
know he choked, i’m a pit, lockjaw on his throat
dropped a four minute diss track, spoken word jokes
this a rap battle, homie and the sh_t ain’t even close
two threes, when i ride, rap jordan, i’m a g.o.a.t
add them numbers up, that’s a nine milli with a scope
fans cryin’ in the comments ’cause they really tryna cope
i’m about to turn a hard talker to a motherf_cking ghost
comatose, i’ll be laughin’ when this p_ssy overdose
off the dope, ’bout to put a little fent up in his coke
bustin’ armor piercing bullets, every lyric that i wrote
i guess it’s kinda hard to rap with adam’s d_ck up in your throat
you’re puffin’ your chest and pump_fake like you brave
n_gga threw a sucker punch, now he duckin’ the fade
’til i’m stuffin’ grenades in your mu’f_ckin’ face
yo, i’m the knight’s templar, this is a crusade

- playboy the beast

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