Текст песни Cock And Squeeze

Gimme some hash

and when i trip nigga gimme ya mask

then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash

that precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast

get in your ass if you want have to leave and eagle mack (??)

you want a see-through class

dont take much to read you class

bitch

you broke as fuck and on the bus cuz your Regal smashed

this shit is lethal _

battle me i keep you mad

put you in a sleeper ,drag your ass to the reaper's pad

either _

or feel the wrath of my heater that

lyric punches makin meters blast on your speaker rack

crib, club or anywhere where theres people at

they love my tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at

your girl's a rat

tell that ho im not gonna beep her back

dont need her black

got too many other needer-rats

who heater fat (??)

i bet your gal aint fuckin with my gat

im holdin lyrics sendin vocals at you locals cat

gone black

your more whack

than a gold sack

you shown dat

when you flowed

that's a known fact

clone rap

suck a MC broad

need to pick another field, go out and find you a job

or either go out and rob

because

rappin' aint to function

you out of place,

like a 2 of heart and 2 of diamond in a game of spades

while my innovative ways

set your lyrics to a blaze

put a grimace on ur grave

im in the Guiness on a page

of history

puttin sucka niggaz out they misery

its not a mystery

my victories are bodacious

it wouldn't matter if the judge is racist

and i was battling your aces in your bitches bassment

im un-fuckwitible

thats literal

face it, the general

with senses of a senitle

holdin on my genitals

right before i send tha fo's (fools)

down the earth like minerals

even after centerfolds

in videos, my ego goes

in cagnito hoes

from mosquito rolls

mean and biter

i hope you niggaz catch a case of arthrita

you aint no writer

it still dont even have a spider

Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters

yea yea bitch

ya muthaphukkin biter

Cock And, Squeeze, Bust

Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us

Detroit niggaz roll deep

hold heat and talk slick

yea yea bitch

stay off my dick

[Kon Artis]

i should tie you up and keep cuttin u wit a knife

and sit you in the alcohol bath for the night

and watch you strugglin strainin squeal for your life

dump a radio bumpin your demo when your bad for da life

thats what i take from you

meet u in fake humble

attack your foundation until it crumble

its me and my dog be on stumble (??)

go _but stayin in tha right mind

just to blaze a track

to _or fake individuals that rap

screamin up your bootleg like they scared and shit

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fuller then male scriptures

you watch u take pictures

notes and write down quotes and how i rap and get witcha

told u niggaz before we got much to gain

nothin to lose, curuptin the lives of all rules

tie em' up and put him in situations to hurt him

tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him

with venom in it to murder him

servin' him right

D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite

we rock from state to state

and city to city

you make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities

and nobody wanna size D bra

_die wit side shit give it to y'all glit caught raw (??)

raw raw raw raw raw

Cock And, Squeeze, Bust

Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit us

Detroit niggaz roll deep

hold heat and talk slick

yea yea bitch

stay off my dick

[Proof]

I turn a hard nigga yellow

and make his ass faster than a cheetah

don't blaze no blunts

but i blaze them thangs

amaze ya gang

wit bullets i rattle your frame

whos that_

stay suburban tusslin'

playin dat 3 digits

before cusslin (??)

bustin twin glocks

on your block

yellin my name loud puttin rhymes inside your mailbox

infared dots

BLAHW

caught your dreadlocks

waitin for tha cops

and tell him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac

hot lead to flesh

shot, bled to death

like Red and Meth

You need to Hoop Up

Soup Up

for battlin war

that on the more

i spattle ur horse

got battle dates on your tour

show up on you

battle on ur encore

_ wit dis shit

on ur mic grip, you might slip

hang it up

hit like Sonny _

peace to _

rock til the early morn'

this shit is on

i got da problem fiend fiend problems

my crew mugshot D12 uglier than the green goblin

i bring fear too

horror, near u

a fact why nobody wanna hear u

your whack bitch!

what the fuck you thought would happen?

when bullets start collapsin your frame

maintain or bring pain

freestyle fanatic named Pete

fresh off the paper this one turn ur autovapor meat

MC the extrordinair

steppin on ur bunyan

screamin 7 mile bitch eastside come from Runyan

hold down your fort

snort like cocaine

Richard Pryor

i clap more clips than a liver squire (??)

yea yea bitch what the fuck you thought

y'all niggaz get caught like saught im incredible like the hulk

why settle for _nigga

P-R the letter "O"

my sex is hetero

cash checks like federal

yo hedero bitch!

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