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lirik lagu yg kronik - undead nightmare iii

back from the dead to k!ll track one with reb
stacked son, the bread and these tracks that we blast off the top of the head
that’s one duh dead man these whack sacks of sh~ts we crash
track 1 through the window of the b~st~rd
we blast these tracks til our name be max speed going to the lights and going faster
like we in a taxi
fastcar like we riding the nascar at max speed

now they calling me an animal
like i’m from madagascar
all my life i been known as a rapstar
thats hard. rich armed dangerous b~st~rd
young dumb and rich man i’m one up d~mn b~tch moving faster
hating how i planned it and i did it
taking sounds i planned, hits i land it
exеcutor of excellencе? b~tch i just sh~t it

5~0 score? bounce back wearing #44 b~tch i just flipped it
officer caught me at a red with a spliff next to reb and he hit it
roll up a bat off the pur of the cat
blown up the rap off the fuel in my tank
glowed up that’s facts off the fur in my coat
never thought i’d be looked at as the rap goat
thats smoke to the biggest savages
looking so mad that you’d think you spit facts joke keep ravaging
but stop the raging it’s a poor example for the boy
we know balancing fatherhood, joy and the noise
too much for you to take all of the hate in your brain
you decoys could never be me though you wannabe
better off in the back writing tracks flipped the script back to back
never thought changing my name would lead to these ravages
never planned it they can’t stand it
hating cause the outlandish kid
did it executed his plan without doubt, slamming sh~t
now we’re here like the final boss in this plastered
fake plastic scene of underground rappers
hate rapping dweebs who should pack ur sh~t and leave
quit making music like you matter or you’re marshall mathers
you’re cursing all the beats with sh~t that lacks so much your son has more to offer
shot the sheriff in your town, got 6 stars like a robber
like i shot the sheriff armed, empty clipz
locked and loaded targeted b~st~rd is the heaviest
boutta take the shot but honestly why bother
doubt the hate gon talk but honestly it dont matter
better off dissing someone like your father
is he still alive or is the robber

back from the dead to k!ll track one with reb
stacked son, the bread and these tracks that we blast
that’s one duh dead man these whack sacks of sh~ts we crash
track 1 through the window of the b~st~rd
we blast these tracks til our name be max speed going to the lights and going faster
like we in a taxi
fastcar like we riding the nascar at max speed

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