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Strangeulation II

アーティスト:Tech N9ne  アルバム:Strangeulation 

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Devil! Prayin' that 12-12 for hell Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever felt Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons as if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen Got it, my brain is rotted I swear to God that I'm not it I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, kapeesh Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever Nobody comparing 'em better I put shit together America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up Small talkin' to get you wet up Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas Get busy on niggas This ain't no random some leekage Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage The snake and the bat you see them prominent features The spieces Strangeland we rain on your region Meatwagon I come I be taggin' 'em Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three Got three magnums gaggin' em out You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out I'm tappin' 'em out Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it


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