Waht The Blood Clot Lyrics
All I hear is gun shots. Can I touch something?
What the blood claat! Ni***z want tical make it happen.
You know my fu***n' style f**k the rappin'
We can take it back to eighty five if you wanna start actin' like you live
It's all good. I'm rollin' with my clique
Owls Packwoods & Phillies smokin' sess blunts mixed with illy
Got me bustin' now the whole world looks dusted
I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted.
For real, n***a, touch it & you burn, when will motherfuckers learn
What be spreadin' like a germ? Ha ha, it's Meth, word.
I be that early bird that got the worm & if you check it
I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message.
It be no question & them bust the second guessin's,
Keep your thoughts on your lessons. What the blood claat!
To tell the truth, you don't amaze me. Killa Hill project,
A Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me. What,
Check the Raderuckus f**k this,
Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin' for the duchess
Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stick my piece
If I don't do it for mydelf, I'm a do it for Kase,
'Cause that's my peoples, I'm giving you injections that be Lethal
Weapon, when ni***z start the half steppin',
Then I get evil. But don't let that negative vibe right there
Mislead you, I'm humble, a f*****g Killer Bee,
Far from bumble. I sting you bzt and I bring you
Thirty-six chambers of head banger, b***h,
Why I deal with? I think the mic is on the fritz.
Faggot soundmen! They be sabotagin' s**t!
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...
Methical, let the whole world know my fu***n' name.
What the blood claat
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