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reel wolf – reel goons كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: ruste juxx]
break dancing beat bully, i backspin
juxx crack back spine with a mac_10
ill fill the facts in, all about action
you talk a lot of sh_t but never shouting n_gga
my plan broader, i specialize in manslaughter
cut their hands off the man with the camcorder
brook dodger, home runs and shutouts
bust a fiend head when i put that uncut out
leanin’ and rockin’, hooked on that high dose
low down and dirty but still i’m high pulse
rj pack a cannon with some kickback
cop run up on me, i’ma push a big wig back
unapologetic, i said it (i said it)
you fake prosthetic n_ggas synthetic (synthetic)
yeah you f_cking with the right one
rolled up eight bats, ’bout to light one
f_ck with me!
[verse 2: danny diablo]
yeah! yeahhh!
queens baby! diablo gets the money
through the good and the bad, ain’t nothing funny
the iceman put fake aces to bed
rockin’ black and blue flags, enough said
got a mac_10 and a semiauto ruger
put you right in here, bobby, they call me freddy krueger
snowing and there’s still goons ready to k!ll
the b_tch go bad as we rolling uphill
it’s the crown of th_rnz storm, i wreaking havoc and pain
pull your head out son, remember my name
diablo, i got my godzilla flow
tracheas rotting on my way to my show
good sales increase, rhyme decreases
the war on drugs, beat these f_cking leeches
this ringmaster, i’ll f_ck your b_tch’s face
while listening to king gordy, a merciful fate

[verse 3: king gordy]
y’all act like you never seen a fat person before
i’m with your wife high with wi_fi searching for p_rn
a shady ’80s breakdancer who basically hates cancer (f_ck it!)
but still f_ck b_tches who have it, i’ll tear that ass up
l!cking on her bald head, tell that b_tch to stare at me (stare at me)
her p_ssy taste like chemotherapy and it’s scaring me
i’m a virus, b_tch, i’m isis in a nice dress
slicing your wife’s flesh, she’s crying and trying to fight death (b_tch!)
in a crisis you just lyin’ lifeless
i’m quite sh_t, i’ll die, then rise up like a pilot
then fly high, then land in a b_boy stance
with some white guys with bags filled with kilograms
and i might try to grab all they weed, oh man
and some white fire og smoking three whole grams
in a backwood i rap good and he don’t stand
a f_cking chance, now give me those bags or get the f_ck on (get the f_ck on, f_ck on, f_ck on)
[verse 4: raze the ratchet]
you cats are corny, your story lacks facts
you call me corey haim, you lost boy
your fame came out of course boy
enter your city like the horse in troy covert
letting go work, no smirk, here to throw dirt
on your deep grave, the nation was depraved
they waiting to be saved by the solar race
with the heat wave they call me the ratchet
when the heat wave so behave or you can catch it
and i dumb it down, haters quiet when i come around
i was gone for a second but who want it now?
i don’t care what you reppin’, lower that weapon
legend, word to my brethren seven
that’s my dude like devin, warrior like kevin
i let the thing go, sling snow to the gringos
talk the les lingo even though they bite like a dingo
but you know who’s the king bro
raze! bingo!

- reel wolf

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