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beastmode warriors - leak yo shit (beastmode mix) lyrics

[intro: lex the hex master]
aye yo we d+bo sh+t, empty then reload clips
watch how we spin that block, come back and leak yo sh+t
sick of all these grown+ass men all on that weak hoe sh+t
if you don’t like my style b+tch you can eat a whole d+ck

[verse 1: mista doesha]
when i empty out the clip your blood gon’ drip from your ear holes lips and both yo eyes
stab another clip in cause your b+tch is a fake
ain’t no witnesses, even little sis gon’ die
can’t cry over milk that was spilled, gonna feel how the steel feel
when the little hand hit five
hitting corners in the whip that was still with the same hoes from the same clip from the same .45
gon’ die when i’m leaking your sh+t
cannon go blam when i’m heating your sh+t
ain’t no re+fits cause yo people got hit
taking some pictures of each in yo cl+t
mommas and daddies and uncles and grannies and even yo dog and yo fish can get hit
live on the news if you choose to be rude to the dude with a pen, that’s the end of the job of that b+tch
nothing but a full clip tips full of hollows
taking off your roof ain’t no plans for tomorrow
bottle after bottle of the jim beam
get to busting, got ’em running like a track team
got me fiending for the murder like a crack fiend
squeezing the trigger not hard as it seem
bully like d+bo, i d+bo they team
hundred round drum with the darth vader beam
screaming like freddy was up in your dream
but it’s just me with an ar+15
aim at your kidney, your lung, and your spleen
leaking, your s+m+n done flow like a stream
pop pop call the cops or dip out
leave my guns and my ammo at your kids house
i hope you know they all gon’ see they demise
saw the whole sh+t in each one of they eyes
[chorus: lex the hex master]
aye yo we d+bo sh+t, empty then reload clips
watch how we spin that block, come back and leak yo sh+t
sick of all these grown+ass men all on that weak hoe sh+t
if you don’t like my style b+tch you can eat a whole d+ck
aye yo we d+bo sh+t, empty then reload clips
watch how we spin that block, come back and leak yo sh+t
sick of all these grown+ass men all on that weak hoe sh+t
if you don’t like my style b+tch you can eat a whole d+ck

[verse 2: jp tha hustler]
i d+bo sh+t, i mean i debone sh+t
i stick my knife in your gut, i leak your life force quick
i got my air force one’s, i gotta pick up my guns
i got my barrel to your chest and i’m taking your funds
i’m taking all of your breath, i’m bringing nothing but death
i’m breaking all of yo sh+t until there ain’t nothing left
i’m going full beast mode, i’m going full freak show
i lay yo body in the ground till yo blood leak slow
they call me jp k!ll until your body lay still
i’m that creep+show k!ller, leave your body a meal
now you might get food on the bottom of my shoe
stomp yo face in two till i erase you fool

[chorus: lex the hex master]
aye yo we d+bo sh+t, empty then reload clips
watch how we spin that block, come back and leak yo sh+t
sick of all these grown+ass men all on that weak hoe sh+t
if you don’t like my style b+tch you can eat a whole d+ck
aye yo we d+bo sh+t, empty then reload clips
watch how we spin that block, come back and leak yo sh+t
sick of all these grown+ass men all on that weak hoe sh+t
if you don’t like my style b+tch you can eat a whole d+ck
[verse 3: spek one]
aye, you can suck my d+ck up till you hiccup
i’ll steal your pickup then f+ck this sh+t up
run up in the spot, bust these shots
stick glock to glock like it’s a stickup
got my fist up raising h+ll
will i fail? well, time will tell
i don’t exhale let ’em try to impale your cold dead heart just like some h+ll (h+ll, h+ll, h+ll, h+ll, h+ll)
eternal slumber, dead body lover
everybody knows that i got the hoes
that’s 666, guess that’s the new number
call a plumber, drains are f+cked
probably cause i filled that b+tch with guts
everybody thinks that i’m not gonna keep funds
but that’s alright cause i don’t give a f+ck
whip that truck, live yo life
f+ck sh+t up and grab yo knife
don’t close the door on a claustrophobe cause he might go and k!ll your wife
don’t play nice, voices haunt you
do what i want, do not what i got to
hide in the dirt like nosferatu
gonna do pac like guess who shot you
look who popped you right in the face
cause i did hit pac with a murder base
i disappear without a trace and i come right back like this is my place
lace the cut then zip it up then i send it back in like that’s what up
then i sit back with a pint of blood and use that sh+t to fill my cup
[chorus: lex the hex master]
aye yo we d+bo sh+t, empty then reload clips
watch how we spin that block, come back and leak yo sh+t
sick of all these grown+ass men all on that weak hoe sh+t
if you don’t like my style b+tch you can eat a whole d+ck
aye yo we d+bo sh+t, empty then reload clips
watch how we spin that block, come back and leak yo sh+t
sick of all these grown+ass men all on that weak hoe sh+t
if you don’t like my style b+tch you can eat a whole d+ck

[verse 4: slyzwicked]
sending that beat with the hits inside
got upon my chest, gotta lose my mind
how many times gotta pull my rhyme
gonna pay my dues till you pay no mind
step aside and let me get right to it
in my state of mind ain’t n0body better do it
so i’ve arrived with no compromise
stick to my guns, less we prove it
i don’t really give a f+ck about you
how you gonna care about what i do?
run up under my tunnel, it gives me fuel
i hear it all man, f+ck you too!
talk behind my back of course
you’s a b+tch, have no remorse
crawl up out of that high school sh+t
i eat you up, you my main course
how about that? that’s spitting facts
can’t compete, your sh+t too trash
regenerate then we’ll re+raise
you get too close you get erased
awe yeah, f+ck ’em! (f+ck ’em)
i stand my ground and i chuck ’em
them middle fingers up, box, we throw ’em up
i don’t give a f+ck, y’all ain’t saying nothing
hear me out, snakes in the grass, i pluck ’em out
heard about you through word of mouth
you get no love from me no doubt
authorized ain’t stopping me
one of a kind, don’t copy me
you’re at the bottom of the barrel so you better understand there is no topping me (topping me, topping me, topping me, topping me, topping me, topping me, topping me, topping me, topping me)

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