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criminals of amerika - how it be lyrics

[verse 1: [?]]
where the darkness rules and the fire shoots high
in the river that bleeds to the lord of the flies
the demons, they laugh as [?] calls
to the two mock devils on the sacrifice wall
payment due for the two that sell
these lies of ties with the prince of h+ll
fakes, liars, feel my serpentine fire and flame
when you speak my name
say you got venom from the rush that was sent
through his icе cold veins when the livеs got spent
the souls of the accused were assumed
at the mercy of the courts of the legion of doom
guilty, motherf+ckin’ guilty as sin
these fools don’t fit these clothes that they’re in
you s1w smell+alikes, you look lost
the only coat ya had you just tossed
to the crowd, sit down, you esham wannabes
‘fore i be beheadin’ y’all and yettin’ y’all bleed
take that sh+t house made ep ya done
and throw ’em up and hit ’em with the bat for fun, in between
we can have that gold t++th stone temple pilot lookin’ b+tch
[?] suckin’ d+ck
you f+ggot, put him on his knees like a dog
get a broom pole and we could have fun, hog
back to the [?] b+tt f+ck buddy buddy b+tches
with the funny hats, under that cap
is a fuzzy little f+cker who thinks he’s equal
to the deep dark high powers of evil
i’ll give you black sensations, up and down your spine
if you were evil, you’d be friends of mine
no silver bullets or stakes to the chest
’cause a real unholy ain’t met me yet
you can bet if you ever gotta fight me
it’d be like [?] against christ almighty
feel my fury in a flurry of fists
my devils, i know you can’t kick it like this, it’s how it be
[verse 2: [qb?]]
i see a devil to my left, i see a devil to my right
these are the fakest devils i ever seen in my life
rollin’ through tailor hood with they shanks in they hand
after they [?] from [?] sh+t
yeah, devilish crews, they just ain’t sh+t to the q
ay you got blood on your shoes and you don’t know what to do
check it check it while i wreck it rippin’ acts on the mic
so you can do what you’d like with my tapes after you buy it
sucker, dream a little dream while you’re playin’ with your cream
as you jack off in your hand, and the devil ain’t your friend
busy live on the micro, goin’ crazy psycho
peelin’ all these caps, and you writin’ devil raps
but where was your crew at the motherf+cking club, n+gga
oh yeah, the devil got your back, right?
nah, that isn’t how it is
’cause this is how it be so you should listen to me, my brother
others saw your gimmick and you’re using tracing paper
for your lyrical style, and it’ll work for a while
but if you’re looking toward the future, better check your own ass
comin’ real out the streets, and i won’t hesitate to blast on ya
if you got backup, which i don’t think you do
nick g comin’ through, down with the ninjitsu
and of course [porly boy?] is always down for a buck
as well as [jay play?], any day we’ll come out and play with ya
and little mack just ain’t sh+t to be f+cked with
iggy and bonehead with the barrels pointed at your lip
and [?]’s in the motherf+ckin’ house
with stony bones, it’s the n+gga that’ll hit ya in the mouth
with the four knuckle ring, and yo it ain’t no thing
if my n+ggas in a run, in my pocket will be fun
i place a glock through [?] that’ll go nice in your mouth
a little message to the tailor made devils from the south
i’m makin’ b+tches scream while i’m makin’ n+ggas shout
that’s what you get for havin’ a c.o.a. d+ck in your mouth
you better check yourself n+gga ’cause that isn’t how it is
my name is [qb?] b+tch and this is how the sh+t be, jack it
[outro]
yeah, this is how the sh+t be now
yo, a little word, okay
people nowadays just don’t understand the purpose of [?]
you wanna make a name for yourself
you can’t do it by using somebody else’s style
peace goes out to all detroit rappers who keep it straight
if it’s from your heart, it’s from your soul
and that, my friend, makes it funky

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