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crishaun singh – abbottabad lyrics

oh my god my people, i see you my people, i’m home…

hook: k!ller flow, call it homicide/
got a fam full of villians, keep them by my side/
yeah i’m on the job/
crishaun singh reporting live from abbottabad/
uh reporting live from abbottabad
yeah reporting live from abbottabad
uh reporting live from abbottabad
it’s crishaun singh reporting live from abbottabad

verse 1: it’s the return of the terrorist, misfit nation just a gang of degenerates/
i am never scared and my additude is never quit, wordbank -rs-nal i’m well equipt/
look, just tell ’em this, these other n-ggas irrelevent/
just k!ll yourself, and please don’t k!ll the messanger/
they ask me why i rap, i like the benefits/
and i don’t give a f-ck, my additude is selebet/
to h-ll with it, sitting on a pedistool/
lighter leash intact while i’m smoking on this medical/
f-ck it, i’ma leave it to my family/
my fam is west indie, my weed is afgannie/
lion hearted n-gga got it tatted on my sleeve/
this is our year, you just gathered on the eve/
american dream you just gotta believe/
pyro maniac ain’t no body hotter than me/

hook

verse 2: there’s blood in the oil, blood on my hands matching the blood in the soil/
spring up with a coil, chill after and roll up the bud in the foil/
motherf-ck me right? do my hammer dance, you can’t touch me right?/
or me left, smoking on a peace pipe, like them with their faces covered up and their jeans tight/
what you doing to my peirs, and now you’re looking at me like what you doing to my ears/
looking at the cities i ruined and i do it just for cheers/
tried to smoke me out my cave but i been doing it for years/
bic cl!ck n-gga, put it in her mouth and watch my d-ck get bigger/
i’m a hungry man this ain’t no picnic n-gga/
please no pictures, i’m a sick sick n-gga/

hook

verse 3: usama bin laden of the rap game, i keep the dice rolling like a cr-p game/
i see blurry so i keep my vision black frames, and i call your b-tch just to polish up my mack game/
they be like you back man, i’m like i never left/
i’m just doing sh-t, that you would have never guessed/
never the less, i’m never the less, i’ll remember the worst, if i’m ever the best/
and i’m never the worst, burning pain and torture/
ya’ll a bunch or squares so i guess i’m cutting corners/
barely fitting in the booth, my head is so enormous/
and i keep a bunch of b-tches around, like the mormans/
don’t know if i’ll love you in the morning, and i’m yawning/
meaning you boring, the boss, foreman/
and i’m headed to the top, on the back of a camel all praise to allah, my god/

hook

- crishaun singh lyrics

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