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a o n - to all my haters lyrics

(verse 1)

a.o.n.
back on the f-ckin track again
puttin an end, to people talkin sh-t again
f-ck a gun, i’ll whip your f-ckin -ss unarmed
i’ll have your f-ckin -ss screamin louder than fire alarm
when my fire bomb goes off and blows off your f-ckin arm
push you outta harms way, so i’ll give you the f-ckin harm
you think i’m talkin sh-t and can’t back none of it up?
well f-ck it, here’s my address b-tch, f-ckin listen up
60051 doster road b-tch, come and get some
oh, i forgot, amory, mississippi
i wanna see you f-ckin f-ggots come and try to get me
i don’t need drugs to make me like this, i’m a sober demon
cut your f-ckin leg off till you’re tippin over, leanin
my rhymes’ll invade your brain, they’ll leave your mind bleedin
let me choke your wind pipe, you tell me if it’s hard breathin

{chorus [x2]}

the anger in me, is now released
it’ll never cease to be, cause you’ve woken up the beast

(verse 2)

ah sh-t, you done let the beast out
comin up real quick to knock your f-ckin teeth out
oh poor little old f-ckin mr. spindle
about as hard as clay, and as little as a thimble
i slowed my sh-t down, cause you said my rhymes were too speedy
but f-ck it, i’m sick of this sh-t, you can’t control me
i’ll put your name on my blade, so you’ll take your name in vein
terrorist attack fame, just like i’m saddam hussein
under both your eyelids i’ll put pictures of me
so when i knock you the f-ck out, visions of me is all you’ll see
i’m p-ssed off, feel ripped off, gotta shoot some clips off
i’ll stab you with a wristw-tch, while that b-tch goes tick-tock
spin-spin-spin mr. spindle
i’ll spin yo -ss around and chop you up iside a blender
i’ll choke you with both my hands, just like i’m ambidextrial
cut off oxygen to your brain to turn you into a vegetable

{chorus [x2]}

uh-oh spindle, it’s that time to get your tampax
i won’t pump you full of lead, i’ll pump you full of anthrax
you’ll get smacked, and slapped into a f-cking corner
i’ll f-ck you up so back someone will call the coroner
under suspiscion that this was done under intention
you’ll be wishin that you had never been dissin
and p-ssin off the wrong people, so just listen
f-ck with me again and i will put you outta commision

{chorus [x2]}

[(outro)]

f-ck you spindle
you can suck my motherf-ckin d-ck
try to diss me in a f-ckin mysp-ce message
you piece of sh-t
shut the f-ck up
bye bye b-tch

- a o n lyrics

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