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[intro: ricky]
got rhymes like a knife that i slide in the beat
you can hear it from the polks when i ride in the street
turning rappers to toe jam that hide in defeat
and most died when my pen collide with the sheet

[verse 1: ricky]
i’m the punishment of god on some “blood & bone” sh-t
feeling in touch with my surroundings on some mud and stone sh-t
and i’m raising cain
till my day’s insane
and you can see the blood boil through my blazin’ veins
let’s get it crackin’
i’m kiling like a beast of the sea
busting rhymes from in the west to where the easterners be
i’ll tell your b-tch to put her dry mouthpiece to the d
‘cuz resurrecting b-tches’ p-ssies is like easter to me
i’m in the slab
and i’m cruising down the west of the ave
looking round tryna find a couple b-tches to grab
ya boi’s ugly as f-ck, but i’m fresh out the lab
so i’m feeling bout as confident as i ever have
i’ll put a crack in your spleen
‘cuz of the lack of the cream
and money ain’t the root of evil b-tch, i swear that it’s the lack of it
so when i brandish this gun, you’re safe if you move back a bit
or just move back a lot
because i’ll smite you with the might of mr. motherf-cking kakarot
kamehameha’s make them blow up like final form cell
b-tch i used to be dead, but i got kicked out of h-ll
i hit the devil in the face so hard that he fell
sodomized him with his h-rns and left the demons in awe
then went to heaven and attacked every angel i saw
i need a b-tch with the complexion of a staircase
to rub that -ss down on the left side of my bare face
and for any underground rapper thinking they can wreck mine
i got an immortal technique, a f-cking tec-9
and when this tec speak, i’ll leave a check sign
right on a hit list, but if the sh-t miss, consider your head, your shoulders, and your f-cking neck mine
all i got to do is have a check signed
it’s k!llers at your door with guns that’ll dissect minds
just to teach you stupid motherf-ckers to respect lines
that i spit, that’s right i said lines
and not bars cuz my sh-t’s dope as the sh-t a fed finds
when they raid a drug lord big enough to make headlines
in the us, so you best not get it twisted like red vines
sal’s creeping with a knife for necks around bedtime
the only f-cking haters that we like are the dead kind
b-tch

[hook]
yo, this is the bad time – boomerang, bring it all back
flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat
i was pop dula, popular to the m-sses
i miss the e-cl-sses, rocking game with def gl-sses
rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis
boomerang – plan to come back like bronx rap
storm like the redcoats through anything in my path
first you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in berlin

[outro: crusty barragan]
yeah crusty barragan here in this ice rink doing figure eights warming up for your momma’s -ssh0l-
f-ck, i’m in this mcdonald parking lot in flip flops, steve martin
rick ross put on a t-shirt before somebody comes around and t-t-f-cks your -ss
uh
weirdpeople
f-ck stop the beat i think i just p-ssed myself

- ricky

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