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lirik lagu horseshoe g.a.n.g - firing squad

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[intro]
firing squad!

[verse 1: demetrius capone]
i am crip or blood, i’m a contradiction right?
i’m a blood cousin, i’m super kryptonite
listen, i switch it, i let the punishment fit the crime like
i blew this b-tch mind, left cause she ain’t blew my mind right
the cob don dada, it’s not one hotter
i get mo’, n-gga’s tortured like i’m guantana’
i’m pac and big poppa cause i pack a big poppa
shotgun drop ya’, nirvana your momma’s oblongata
it never occured to ya’, even b-tches get murked
and it’s even worse when it’s 1st degree leaving them 3rd degree burn on her
next i’m raping her corpse after i murder her
necrophilia b-tch, you f-cking with a murderer
i’m d-cking 2 sl-ts, cause i’m giving 2 f-cks
who but the shoes, we wrecks, the new chucks
chew’d up ya’ crews, with techs, we gooned up
cross fire ya’ front yard like i’m the ku klux

[verse 2: julius luciano]
hey yo, my 16s baffle
my sh-t is art, way over your head like the sistine chapel
over your head like a hat, i got that kangol flow
i got that go where you can’t go flow
the thoughts i formulate is psycho
i [?] norman bates
can’t wrap your brain around the raps i say
perhaps you may be able to wrap your brain around my full metal jacket
make your brain hug my slugs, give my shots a warm embrace
my circle move through the street, kind of like a tire
dressed to k!ll, wearing steel, kind of like attire
i kind of like to tie you up with dynamite
make you spit a rhyme with 1 line like when i ignite the fire
i’m a sly conniver, h0m-cide designer, a spitter with cyanide saliva
n-gga i’m a rhyme insider
i’m a rhyme messiah, give me a mic and n-gga i go in
i wouldn’t lighten up if i had a vitiligo

[verse 3: andrew ‘dice’ dinero]
if i had a heart, it would have to be defrosted
if i had a mind, i would give you weak n-ggas a piece of it but i lost it
i’m often on one more than often not, often on so bums approach with caution
my tech is destined to clap the chest of a cat
who’s quest is to try to test the best left of the map
take a rope and tie it around the neck of a cat
leave him hanging like rejecting a dap
i’m a f-cking beast
i’ll backhand your granny then uppercut your niece
bust [?] a seed and then go f-ck your sl-t to sleep
i’m actually past nasty, mad crafty
i spaz on tracks and i’m strapped, i’m clap happy
a live wire, choke you out with barbwire
a boss, you’ll get laid out not off when i fire
this the cob and we warrin’
i’ll have you [?????????]

[verse 4: kenny siegel]
i’m stuck in my ways, i’m hard headed
like i’m finna f-ck, freaking a sl-t is the only time i give a f-ck
gripping a snub, squeezing the bust, the only buck i give a sl-t
sieg is aids infested s-m-n, i’m the sickest nut
i’m erection hard, i’m like the stinging pain, you guessed it smart
?????????????? when my session starts
best in my profession, yes i perfected the wrecking art
punch your chest so hard, your posture will look like a question mark
my bullets’ll eject and make you step back as if you rejected
and send your clique a message like we textin’
cause i don’t think you really know what you up against
like a one night stand, you don’t know who you’re f-ckin’ with
now your heart’s like a rolex hands, it ain’t ticking
i keep iron on me like i’m on some weight bench sh-t
and i lift it everyday like i’m after great fitness
i’m on some other sh-t, some oven sh-t i raise biscuits

[outro]
firing squad!


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