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the underground avengers – face on the asphalt (molly gruesome remix) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1: claas]
the name is glizzle and i’mma missile, destroy this game
aiming at the middle then take these n_ggas right out the frame
see i ain’t playing, go ask around, they will tell you that
i’m the f_cking best, ain’t no rumor, you can’t deny the facts
i’m the champ
but those who don’t believe it, come test it
you can say you hate me but i’mma make you respect it
these kids love my music, they keep it like an investment
my team don’t f_ck around, keep talking and get yo chest hit
southern mu’f_cker
texas rapper i love it all
talk it how i walk it
artistic b_tches, that southern drawl
get it like a cobra
sickest spitter and you can bet
that means you a witness
i am the sickest without the net, yeah
this is my warning
i’m taking over so everybody in front best be looking over they shoulders
rolling through like the boulder
don’t f_cking care what your name is
looking at a law hip_hop hitman yo that’s my aim b_tch
[chorus: boondox]
yeah
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
we run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
juggalos, claasholes and mobsters
we be spitting disease
yeah, uh
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
we run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
juggalos, claasholes and mobsters
we be spitting disease
yeah

[verse 2: bukshot]
the moves i make are monstrous
refer to me as gigantic
immovable like underwater ships
call me titanic
they call me mr. you_don’t_wanna_f_ck_with_him_at_all
you know that i rep the skull, you don’t wanna f_ck with him at all
you don’t wanna show enough on yo steps in them russian hats
this is not iraq, you pull the strap i swear we busting back
nose in the air so how they swear that i was cussing shack
i threw your demo out the window cause you’re f_cking wack
just ask my homegirl molly, we get gruesome on these tracks
tunnel runners in the underground just ask my homie claas (yeah)
i’m off my rocker so much i won’t hesitate to blast
off the chain i’m like jim carrey but i won’t take off my mask
i’m worse than massimo, off red bull and some bath salt
i keep something on my waist to stop these snitches backtalk
my name is bukshot to the mob i’m like the mascot
anybody disrespecting, that face on the asphalt
[chorus: boondox]
yeah
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
yeah, uh
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
we run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
juggalos, claasholes and mobsters
we be spitting disease
yeah, uh
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
we run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
juggalos, claasholes and mobsters
we be spitting disease
yeah

[verse 3: t_razor]
black_hoodied up i’m in yo gated community
that f_ck you immunity, there ain’t sh_t you can do to me
tell the neighborhood watch to watch your neighbors get dropped
and then i’ll pull out the glock and murder your block
i don’t stop
i won’t stop
it’s like some kind of disease
and the only cure for it is you down on yo knees
and begging me please look like a chick fiending d_ck
i put the barrel in your mouth, how ’bout you suck on this b_tch (yeah)
a cold_blooded k!ller expertise we eating corpses
murder for hire, companies offer me endors_m_nts
i gives no f_ck
yo luck is out like bellbottoms
wondering what happened to ya
just tell ’em h_ll got ’em
i realize that it’s my mind that’s out of line
might let ’em know you were kissing
rip yo b_tches tits off
then you will find that love is blind up in yo eyes
watch me f_ck a lifeless body till my jimmy gets off
[verse 4: molly gruesome]
y_y_you want me to get vicious
give me the mic and let me get with this
leave ’em all covered in stitches
like the chick from nightmare ‘fore christmas
yeah this wickedness
infecting my rhymes like the syphilis
with the quickness
wanna say these words you know i’m disturbed cause i get down with the sickedness
and i got two middle fingers in the air for the sh_t talkers
leave you stumbling like a zombie
yeah you’re just dead walkers
night_stalkers, weirdos and claasholes are who i walk with
when faces hit the asphalt buk is knocking on my conscious
who wants this?
slit you open like a tonton
and feed your guts to people, i fry ’em up like wonton
deadly lyrical
and these mcs are all k!llable
so i take them out with these mad hooks
evil metaphors, bad syllables
till it shows whose got what it takes and who’s the chum
guppy guts you suck were
sharks in the water will chomp you just for fun
circling vicious feeding frenzy with these floundering b_tches
when you roll with us you’ll be witness to how they sleep with the fishes

[chorus: boondox]
yeah
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
we run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
juggalos, claasholes and mobsters
we be spitting disease
yeah, uh
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
we run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
juggalos, claasholes and mobsters
we be spitting disease
yeah, uh
face down on the asphalt
keep speaking our names
we run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
juggalos, claasholes and mobsters
we be spitting disease

- the underground avengers

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