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teflon (memphis) - chapters & the verses lyrics

[verse 1: sweet talk]
all my days, i been a hustler, chasin’ bustas down the block
with a mask and a ruger, tryna [?dodge some?] crooked cops
constantly stangin’ when i’m hangin’
with them k!llers in my f_ckin’ hood
n_ggas better lock they doors when they journey through the wood
mane, it ain’t no fakin’, playa hatin’, we can’t tolerate
sissy snitchin’ b_tches get a tec put in they f_ckin’ face
i’m hangin’ with my n_gga murda one, we finna make a stang
ridin’ in the bucket, mothaf_ck it, just the hustle, mane
layin’ n_ggas down on the canvas, leave ’em bl__dy red
cut ’em all to rest, but see
i stashed and stuffed his f_ckin’ head
cold hearted k!ller on that m’izz’ic, it’s whatever
lil sweet talk blastin’ b_tches, gettin’ my mentions from the devil

[hook: children of the corn]
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses

[verse 2: lil grimm]
demons creep, come with me, used to rep them alibis
[?] meet you home, and take the money
then bring them to me fire
my mind is goin’ mystic, like a choice to rest in peace
try and feel my body, take my soul into another species
havin’ fatal thoughts, yes, i’m lyin’ in my f_ckin’ bed
just tonight, just tonight, dancin’ with the f_ckin’ dead
yeah, you tough? i don’t give a f_ck
when the n_gga poppin’ slugs
get it to splurge, bustin’, lord know i won’t be [?] dug
just like chuckie, i’ma outweigh ‘gainst the f_ckin’ world
voodoo, castin’ spells, then your body starts to f_ckin’ burn
throw n_ggas down on the pavement, jump you, n_gga
then you meet yo death
low_down got the tec_9, shootin’ till there’s no one left
red dogg take care of his hog, roamin’ through the mist of fog
suicidal, there’s no idol, chapters of this ghostwriter
[hook: murda one]
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses

[verse 3: red dogg]
sittin’ in the dark room, candle lights are blastin’ bright
thinkin’ of a murder plot, take ’em to my stash spot
many bustas flodgin’, fake and trait, so i must make it better
k!ll a mothaf_cka, any time or any f_ckin’ weather
demons in my f_cking soul, d_mn, my body’s gettin’ cold
spirits constantly talkin’ to me
d_mn, i’m thinkin’ i’m havin’ a dream
cuz this psychopathic sh_t has got a n_gga goin’ insane
everywhere i go, some mothaf_cka wants to know my name
cuz i got that mothaf_ckin’ sign of death that’s on my chest
n_ggas might not know me well, lil’ b_tch, i’ll put yo ass to rest
k!ll a motherf_cker in a minute, don’t you try to run
stupid ass n_gga must forgot i got a f_ckin’ gun
redrum on my mind, so i grip my tec_9
blastin’ at you one more time, makin’ sure that you’ll be found
in a ditch, someone hurt, bloodied up in the dirt
n_gga, i’m a k!ller, and you know i’m on the f_ckin’ search
better run, better hide, better duck, cuz you f_cked
when i pull my nine miller meter, buck you with my slug
dead in yo f_ckin’ gut, where you know it hurts the most
d_mn, i was a k!ller ever since i was a young buck
now it’s time to slow it down, the n_gga’s know that i’m for real
kickin’ my pimpin’ like sweatin’ these b_tches
and dumpin’ them tri’zz’icks off in a punk ville
[hook: children of the corn]
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
argh

[verse 4: chi chi]
i’m havin’ bad dreams, i’m wonderin’ “what’s gon’ happen?”
visions of me shootin’ the dead, body constantly cappin’
i’m getting kind of bored, put you in the morgue
i takes a pregnant b_tch and chokes her with her umbilical cord
i’m havin’ crazy thoughts, i’m thinkin’ just like manson
pray to the lord yo soul to keep, and on yo grave, i’m dancin’
blood, brains, and f_ckin’ hearts, oh my gosh, i’m hungry
pass me a plate of fingers, fills me up, tummy yummy
my mama thinks i’m losin’ it, my brother wants me to die
i dip my blunt in sherm to get an extra high
the lord is my shepherd, i shall not warn
lead me through vesters while i smoke me blunt
flames all around me, i can’t be touched
the demons, they chase me, my nine starts to bust
evil lurks within my soul, demons got me under control
cocaine, p, has got me coked, d_mn, that murders got me bold
the omen, and murda one, we already planned the sh_t
cut yo f_ckin’ head off, put yo remains in a f_ckin’ ditch
all you smell is stench, from the bodies i had buried
very explanatory, mane, my backyard is my cemetery
westwood n_gga, natural born thug
tear yo torso from yo hips and throw you in my bathtub
evil lurks within me, once again i said it
peel yo f_ckin’ flesh off, and feed you to my pet rats
everything is cool, yo body’s lookin’ lovely
oh, i forgot to tell you, i like my blood bubbly
and after all the bloodshed, i shine my golds and comb my curl
chi chi, the omen, i’m straight from the underworld
[hook: children of the corn, chi chi]
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses (biddy bye bye)
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses
westwood n_ggas, give the chapters and the verses

[verse 5: murda one]
as i walk into the valley, shadow of death journeyed along with me
there’s no lookin’ back, tortured, burnin’ for eternity
bodies with the flame, soul’s rise, darkness in my eyes
voices screamin’ “murder”
mystic thoughts, they got me hypnotized
chapters from bible, thou must be thou sins
demons, they ’round me, the devil’s my friend
lonely nights, i’m talkin’ to myself but voices interrupt
to burn to me to grab my glock, fill the clip and self destruct
satanic evil scriptures, i see pictures, heads in guillotine
bodies chopped in pieces, blame my murders on my bad dream
try out the revelations, i’m a crook, many lives, i took
unload the clip, i flip the script
and now it’s time to close the book

- teflon memphis lyrics

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