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lirik lagu last american rock stars - start a war

[intro: bizarre]
lars, last american
pressure, pressure
pressure, hahaha, pressure n~gga
apply pressure

[verse 1: bizarre]
out the gate, i c~ck and aim
point him out, shoot him out, say his name
it’s lars, b~tch, i got bars, b~tch
don’t start sh~t or get your car flipped
peel head, known as the nightstalker
leave him dead, two to his head, white walker
we deep, we geeked, i got a lot of n~ggas
retreat [?] the handicapped stickers
herpes, i gave it to your mother
and guess what? she gave it to usher
i’m so nasty, i’m so grimy
with these weirdo n~ggas behind me

[verse 2: king gordy]
the sickest you know, demented duo
i’ll rip your new clothes, spit at your new hoe
you’ll get your crew smoked
your wrist was too slow to grip your tool
so you’re hit with two more
begin to lose your vision, you’re too cold
listen to who knows, getting this two~tone
new benz and [???] might chill with [?]
you live in tombstones, remember, two h~rns was up on my head
[son?] even said i was born from the dead
son of the one that was kicked out of heaven
now in h~ll i be dwelling, you can tell that i am lucifer in the flesh
i’m here to start a holy war
f~ck [hearing?] me, god, i wanted more
of your attention but you wouldn’t listen
the sickness had got me in horrorcore
[chorus: king gordy]
i say i’m about to light this b~tch up
we’ll let this motherf~cker burn down
we got 100 rounds in the trunk
come outside, we gon gun your ass down
i’m here to start a war, i’m here to start a war
i’m here to start a war
come outside, we gon gun your ass down
i’m here to start a war, i’m here to start a war
i’m here to start a war
come outside, we gon gun your ass down

[verse 3: g~mo skee]
ay, n~gga stay indoors when i’m waging wars
shotgun leave your face deformed
i’m a sick f~ck i’m finna make a p~rn
with a asian wh0re with agent orange
now bust it open if you want this dollar
cannibal, i had lunch with dahmer
run b~tch, when my gun spit
it might touch kids like afrika bambaataa
chainsaw, i’m finna rev it up
cut you open, dissect your guts
make a snuff film, i’m wes craven
b~tch n~ggas get director’s cuts
spit a verse then i self~destruct
bring the whole earth to h~ll with us
leave n~ggas murked when they hit the dirt
i celebrate and do the pelvic thrust
blasting these maga bible thumpers
i’m a hitman so find some cover
blow some tear gas inside your bunker
now your b~tch ass gon die a buster
g~mo skee is a giant monster
eat sh~t to satisfy his hunger
your b~tch finna get her v~g~n~ ruptured
face~down, ass~up behind a dumpster
[verse 4: trizz]
the first rule in the art of war:
be prepared to lose if you start a war
keep it moving if the beef is raw
and i’m eating through it like a carnivore
i’m outside in the dark four
with the dark lord and bizarre, wh0re
blowing loud out the car door
starting sh~t, make alarms roar
if n~ggas is tripping i’m bringing the funk
we know where you living so we in the front
nervous as f~ck so i’m hitting this blunt
don’t be giving a f~ck, i be hitting em up
on the left of the map i be giving it up
party with gangstas and living it up
show me some rappers, i’m ripping em up
if n~ggas get buried who digging em up?
aye, cause we came to start a war
so tell em to guard the door
and ring the alarm, cause we coming armed
them n~ggas been scarred before
we came to get more guap
if the door locked then we don’t knock
kick in, give em dome shots
take a whole lot from they dope spot n~gga
[verse 5: twista]
what could be a more relentless act of war than me going kamikaze into the enemy’s area to murder
k!ll us all in the immediate vicinity, that be the remedy
bet you if i don’t k!ll em i’ma hurt em
no controlling him when i’m ripping the flow apart
come out the rollie and start swinging, i’m showing heart
style is unholy and pivotal like i’m joan of arc
call me napoleon when i’m ripping his bone apart
break your nose like the sphinx, come at me it ain’t even what you think
i’ll bl~~dy up a n~gga mink, make you expose the part that’s pink
then leave your corpse to stink, then i’ll sit back and have a drink
stacking bodies cause they ain’t running the thang
i’m like dracula, backing em up when they look at the fangs
in the back of the acura i’ll get you lit with the flame
and i’ll come at your clique until i hit the jugular vein
i’ma k!ll everybody and tell em to get the car
death is a hobby the way i’ma spit them bars
get all of y’all to fall so call me lars
how i get down with the style that’s this bizarre
round after round of artillery until it’s dark
i’ll be turning the battlefield into a graveyard
i am a brave heart b~tch, call me nas
making you pray hard, sh~t, call me god
the omnipotent, i’m on some different sh~t
and i be making you wonder how could a murder just be so magnificent
got you listening, the track i’m ripping it
and when it comes to the stick, i’m shooting every time i slip a clip in it
better yet, a blade for the horrorcore
what the f~ck you wishing for tomorrow for?
call me sun tzu, it’s the art of war (twista!)
i’m about to start a war

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