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dope lxrd - verbal warfare lyrics

[intro:]
dope lxrd, 3 to the 2 to the 8, free nter, free flowz, free bobby, free rowdy

[verse:]
walk in the place, despite all the rumours ain’t caught me a case, im at war with the caine
line up a gram take it all to the face, then i hit the hard liquor till it floors me again
im a lost cause, drug abuser, munching on pills cos its fun to do bruh
im a user, but im a mover, so i ain’t kicking sh-t with these f-cken losers
seen veins get slit, seen a c-nt punch on with a blade in his fist, keeps maiming the kid
and these d-mn copper dogs taking names on a list, lad they act so proud id be ashamed of that sh-t, nah nah nah
why would i talk to a f-cking dog
only bark at these c-nts just to f-ck them off
screaming f-ck the cops, unloading the shots till they duck and drop
rather k!ll myself than help 5-0
i got pills i shelved when i drive hoe
gonna heal myself when i build the wealth
and if i dont make it there then ill die slow
had dreams as a kid now i fiend for a hit
when i mention a hit mean green not the pips
ketamine and the bics, amphetamines start to kick
when i step on a beat i make the scene look sh-t
im in beast mode, breathe slow, exhaling the hits of the weed smoke
take points with a ball at the free throw, but i keep my work on the d-low
if i die on this day then ill rise from the grave, ain’t alive in my brain im just high and away
play the violentest games, taking blades to her skin cos my mind is depraved, my design has failed
why the f-ck do they b-tch it huh, why the f-ck do they b-tch it huh
why the f-ck do they b-tch it huh, why the f-ck do they b-tch it huh
i been chasing the riches bruh, got og kush packed in the blunt
bust in her friend and she l1ck it up, the fact of the matter im the sickest c-nt
this ain’t abk this is 328, i got love for kers theres no need to hate
make her eat her a, not to show im the king i dont need to mate, watch me lead astray
anyone who bows to the lord of dope, you know pray to the trap and the quarter smokes
making water flow, if the orders slow, then my boys just go hit the rawts you know
visions of my future are just dreams from the lean, tryna figure out how much of a fiend i can be
still coming out on top make his knees turn weak then i turn to his bird and take d to the v
had enough of these useless c-nts, bad enough that their stupid c-nts
their profit margins are losing bruh, and the only thing i know is i move for funds
pray to the lord and ill take you away
$20 bag get you blazed on a j
these p-ss poor c-nts ain’t phasing me mate
im the son of the devil no saving my grace
pray to the lord and ill take you away
$20 bag get you blazed on a j
these p-ss poor c-nts ain’t phasing me mate
im the son of the devil no saving my grace
what the f-ck do they know, bout packing stacking and smashing up all these cones
chopping mixes all up at home till im ba-ba-back in my zone
verbal a beast, chasing the high from a herbal release
im gon murder the streets, got the block going hot like the sweats from the rocks when im merking the beats
whoo, whoo, i been making funds, whipping the pots im a baker bruh
when i bake my brain on the caine and stuff, still smuggle the pack in her -n-s bruh
crack turns to br-ss cos i trap so hard, claim that youre hard go back to the shard
c-nts talk sh-t on a screen made of gl-ss cos they dont wanna see how we actually are
bread winner, red sinner, dodging a van with feds in her
bread winner, red sinner, dodging a van with feds in her
skip double back like rewinding the track, i bring trap into grime and the grime into trap
i been smashed of the lines of the white that i rack and i won’t pay respect to a deity thats wack
f-ck the queen, i was born in a country where we worship green and amphetamines
mixing the beans with the ketamine, till my eyes close up and i exit ghee
lost in a world full of lies and deceit, these c-nts just wanna see you high in the streets
they all talk sh-t they aren’t fighting for me and that’s the only thing that keeps driving me
pushing me till i win, pushing bush is a sin, i’m only pushing the kush as choof no kush up all on my mink
voices up in my head, noises under my bed, my adenoids getting soaked in smoke so i’m paranoid till i’m dead

[outro:]
aye yo, big ups double aa, big ups bazza b, big ups cipher, big ups 328
coming with that warfare, ready to merk em, f-ck your squad, brrrr brrrr brrrr brrrr!

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