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amerikkka’s most wanted - fyrestarter lyrics

dream like luther
clean no luffa
move the movement didn’t even need a mover
stand so tall you need a handful of rulers
built so strong you’ll need 3 teams of shooters the
kkk with aks and ars
neo n-z-s who still following adolf
crooked cops who always shoot like it’s the play offs
couldn’t drop me yall dead weight ya aim off
turn on the ac know we finna air em out
if jesus on the beat then you know it bounce
we dont care bout clout or ya bank account
oh you make hits i hit where it counts
peep the body count //dom off that molly now
get mollywhopped if i catch a n-gg- talking foul
talk is cheap thats why these n-gg-s always talking wild
forrest gump flow how these n-gg- running with ny style

always going off never lack sh-t
snap on the track know i’m always going batsh-t
strech yo girl out call her ms fantastic
sheets soaked finna need a new mattress
d-mn
never knew peace only madness
got some screws loose but i don’t f-ck ratchets
stay switching lanes so a n-gg- never stagnant
someone tell these pigs my n-gg-s ain’t target practice

you have the right to remain silent
you have the right to remain violent

uh
never been to dreamville h-llfyre where my team at
chilling in the red shark leanin with the seat. back
dom the wheel man never tripping got the heat strapped
mess around catch a couple round in yo knee cap
ghost writers nah never need that
know i’m the sh-t give a f-ck about your feed back
chilling with a villian back seat got me feet back
plotting on that cream call it operation greenbacks
y’all living through fear i live to the fullest
y’all be ducking shots i just bite the bullets
y’all shaky with your aim i ain’t afraid to pull it
never second guessing i just fire through it
more fire then a firing squad
these n-gg-s stupid really thinking they could murder a god
i murder the odds ressurect against all
ain’t even at the max level im still turning the kn-b

finna
turn the white house into a trap house
black bandana sipping fanta blastin bauhaus
d-mn dom n-gg- chill you ain’t gotta pull the mac out
give em a little time you that they gonna tap out
back out back down
hit em with the smack down
k!ll the king then leave em bleedin wit a cracked crown
should’ve fell back knew he didn’t want axe now
stay groovy guess a n-gg- pretty far out
f-ck that
far ahead of you n-gg-
either that or beheading of you n-gg-s
not a friend of you n-gg-s
never catch me breaking bread bread with you n-gg-s
wouldn’t be caught dead with you n-gg-s
droppin dead weigh
you know the team mobbin sh-t
at the zenith you other n-gg-s are at the opposite
rap sh-t i’m rocking it ain’t n-bodies else topping this
golden age of the apocalypse

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