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The Godfathers
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Trigga 4 Hire
Trigga for hire, criminal retire Hoody with the mask on giving 'em the fire Blood from out the jugular vein, slit it with wire Heat your head like the bitch under the dryer It's ready aim soon as one of you bitches try us The smarter day murder ain't trigger for hire Fuck Billboard Kid, got hits like Shania Buck shots to cell blocks, sphinx you get expired
Sharp shooter with a futuristic car computer Catch a goon, Barracuda, with a biscuit harpoon Then spark Buddha Smartass get blown apart fast End up a sarcastic bastard in a casket Your dome in a shopping cart basket Wrap your heart in plastic Clap your retarded spastic Partner blast her Dolly Parton tits 'Em covered and master-bate You're not relevant The elephant's in the room I'll make you look like the elephant man, gelatin Pop your melon militantly Then catch brains from Penelope Cruz Got a gallop and a macalicle phallus All up in these whoores Triple 6 with the icepick Nice with the crime A precise mix of Tyson and Vincent Price in his prime Ya diced like bison You'll see Christ pale white like mime Iceman with the crossbow of death Boy we catch you at the right time Wiser than Prime Minister Winston Churchill Hurt you like Virgil Earp You'll burp blood if you chirp Leave you deep purple
Trigga for hire, criminal retire Hoody with the mask on giving 'em the fire Blood from out the jugular vein, slit it with wire Heat your head like the bitch under the dryer It's ready aim soon as one of you bitches try us The smarter day murder ain't trigger for hire Fuck Billboard Kid, got hits like Shania Buck shots to cell blocks, sphinx you get expired
Spit what bars? Yes par We bar spit Escobar Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Bless y'all with extra bars Y'all bars lesser bars Who would invest in y'all? Somebody S the chest a y'all Must of been Lion King next to Scar My spit game the same level Where the Wild West sketches are I send theft off to the park where the sessions are Into there into there Exit part through his Kevlar Left a mark where you press your start Through the whore from the rear Through her chair To somewhere where the front desks are Through a brick wall Then where the parked Lexus car I wish death to y'all Lay on tar where the sketches are Eyes with the x's Mark 5 in your precious hearts Rest hard on EMS stretcher carts The rest of y'all should dress in bras That's your repertoire Walk it up you seek territory where S the czar Represent glory your piss poor where you're asked to flaunt I'm hard to peel, get your flesh a scar Hard as a burnt shish kebab Like Texas bar and barbecue grill Get left with impression marks Rappers are refresheners You get aired out, my mob is too real On the iron side, my iron on the side Ball like a lion pride Spar with two steels Like Saving Private Ryan Guys if you ain't Michael Ironside I'm a make riding hard with two wheels You feel?
Trigga for hire, criminal retire Hoody with the mask on giving 'em the fire Blood from out the jugular vein, slit it with wire Heat your head like the bitch under the dryer It's ready aim soon as one of you bitches try us The smarter day murder ain't trigger for hire Fuck Billboard Kid, got hits like Shania Buck shots to cell blocks, sphinx you get expired
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