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underground hustlin’ – toy gory cypher كلمات اغاني

[intro]
stir crazy

[verse 1: blackfoot505]
unhinged [?]
summoned in darkness [?] we call upon
[?] concoctions formed from toxins
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] it’s a molotov [?]
and i call my shot, grip it, and the bottle pops
heat the gas to ignite that hate, we the [?] by the fireplace
see the ash and revive that pain, me and sh_ggs gon’ annihilate
[?] dilate, we cannibals, famished, nabbin’ up damsels
[?] avenues [?] grab at you
[verse 2: bisshop da mc]
bisshop on the track, i make your f_ckin’ mind spin
i’m a black juggalo, it’s all about the time in
i’m on a mission, you the target, i’ma k!ll you, n_gga
[?] i’ma [?] this n_gga
’cause i’m the realest n_gga, but if you can’t feel me, n_gga
then put the gun to your temple and f_ckin’ pull the trigger
i’ll pull the spine out your back, i’m like a predator
might even [?] up your ass and me shredder, n_gga
i’ma say it like this, i’m a psycho
mixed with leatherface, a sprinkle of some michael
hatchet passion, never blast and i’ma cut you, n_gga
peel your skin and wear it as a tux so f_ck you, n_gga

[verse 3: syx trismegistus]
i got shot, twice, but the b_tches couldn’t bury me
[?] in the eyes, they was scared of me
maybe three would’ve set me free, i’ll watch you bleed
not one to plead but [?] and haunt their dreams
how you gonna hurt a m_s_ch_stic nihilist?
been through h_ll with the devil himself and came back [?]
through conflict amidst a crypt i still convicted for my sh_t
that judas kissin’ got you [?] slit your wrists
come with me, i will take you, open your eyes and wake you
deface you, your own mama will mistake you
bake you, breakthrough ’til it breaks you
true horror in life is the mirror facing the fake you
[verse 4: the h.o.f.]
people try and mistake me for greatness, but i’m a f_ckin’ bomb
see me riding, i’m riding just like a f_cking mob
ain’t no telling my [?] and i keep smelling death
it’s like it follows me at every turn and f_ckin’ second breath
i can’t seem to control all this hate that’s inside me
b_tches try to copy, but they just fall beside me
that pain on my face [?] come find me
[?] fall behind me
murder motherf_cker [?] leave ’em missin’ yeah
open up the [?] and you gon’ feel it yeah
just like my breath so [?] and with my presence
[?] from this tortuous sh_t, i bring the f_cking h_ll

[verse 5: ydmc]
[?] the eyes of every victim as they meet their demise
sticking dirty socks into their mouths, the silence cries
telling them they’ll make it out alive, but it’s only lies
standing on a mountain of corpses, i’m the lord of the flies
[?] rotting flesh and smell like human fecal pies
everybody sh_ts themselves after they die (that’s right)
[?] is a torture that’s death by design
my [?] consists of duct tape and x_acto knives
surprise, we are not alone within this homicide
my family loves to take part in playtime of the demonic kind
they’re all the sickest son of a b_tches that you will find
[?] darker than the vision of blind’s
one hack can make the skull divide
like a faulty math tutor getting paid by the [?]
just [?] is no crime
dispose, wash up, hit the beach, corrode [?]
[verse 6: krypto man]
it’s a new age of super beast, [?] differently
underground hustlers are slivers of divinity
transhumanism turned to a human centipede
not quite like sh_ggy, but you’re all tongue in cheek
i’m the light_bringing knowledge [?]
[?] sons of [?]
massacre with brilliance, action figure militance
man [?] who can get real venomous
listened to dark lotus saying all the hidden messages
now i’m in this video predicting what carnage is
it’s heroin in the veins of farmers and college kids
real drug pushers are politicians and the pharmacists

[verse 7: demintid]
i don’t give a f_ck what the f_ck the people talk about
demintid’s in the house spittin’ blood as demons dance around
rotten corpse stacker from the murder masher
fite back, fearless fred fury is gonna smack ya
better f_ckin’ back up before you get wrapped up
chewing on them bodies with flip like it was ketchup
don’t get it messed up, [?] gonna step up
chilling at the carnival with the homie stretch nuts
[?] that’s no lie
[?] from the echo side
reppin’ red fred, 665
awoken the devil demons, now you must die

[verse 8: intrinzik]
as a youth, i used to always play with dangerous toys
now your stupid units told you stay away from the boy
now i play with the careers of other rappers as my own
why the f_ck you think i put sh_ggy and madrox on a song?
what the f_ck is he thinkin’? i don’t even go drinkin’
i lock myself in the garage with my guitar on the weekend
if you assh0l_s [?], i just add you to the blacklist
i’m somewhere between majik ninja and psychopathic
i’m somewhere between psychopathic and majik ninja
yeah i’m running with the hatchet putting spells on you sinners
so without further ado, here’s your featured attraction
it’s sh_ggy 2 dope, beat your ass into fractions

[verse 9: sh_ggy 2 dope]
now when i yell, mountains ’bout to crumble
which means your b_tch ass ’bout to catch some hot sh_lls
take you to the hospital, throw you out the car
for one simple fact, i happen to be f_ckin’ your mama
and the p_ssy good, so i let you live
on second thought, you die, your last breath is a gift
i’ll put my hand on top of your mouth as your heart stop
look you dead in your eyes, that’s how i get off
the last thing you see before you faint, me
as you float off, now i’m going after your family (b_tches)
hope all these motherf_ckers know that you a punk
it’s ’cause of you they tied up in my trunk, motherf_cker

[verse 10: dienasty the mexican thuggalo]
[?] this thug, he need drugs, he need slugs
he said he ’bout to smash these vatos, put ’em all in the mud
i got my foot in the door, he said he heard me before (oh yeah?)
he said he like the way i k!ll and walk a murderous show
that’s when i showed him my game face and showed him my ak
(check this out) forty_seven reasons someone’s havin’ a bad day
c_cked and loaded [?] they came through swingin’ [?]
[?] ain’t got nothing on this mexican scarface
pull up outta your mom’s place, [?] drinkin’ bacardi
put my feet on her couch, i’m here to f_ck up your party
tie you up, tape your mouth, there’s no need for no blindfold
spinnin’ ’round spinnin’ out from the end of my rifle

[outro: jamie madrox]
oh sh_t, ’bout to empty a clip
got these motherf_ckers on the run until that new sh_t comes
y’all motherf_ckers better stay up
before you get laid the f_ck down
and i promise you, if you get laid down, you finna stay down
motherf_cker, be ready, don’t sleep
’cause the motherf_cking sequel is coming, yeah

- underground hustlin

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