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homicide - bombin' shit lyrics

[hook]

i be bombin’ sh-t like a motherf-ckin’ terrorist
foes try to take me down like “where is it?”
i’m shreddin’ rippin’ and tearin’ sh-t
but i just be bombin’ sh-t, bombin’ sh-t
bombin’ sh-t, bob-bob-bombin’ sh-t
i am the sh-t, bombin’ sh-t

[verse 1]

yo, homicide be a menace to society
f-ckin’ with him is like f-ckin’ with hiv
hoes don’t like the fact that
my d-ck is too big to swallow, ack!
can’t k!ll the unstoppable
unpenetratable, ungradable
never ever ratable
sh-t, supreme being, h0m- superior
but have no f-get genes
rapin’ families
can’t escape just dont call me a bad habit please
staggering, swaggering, pants sagging
chin-checkin’, straight steppin’, packin’ deadly weapons
puffin’ weed, can’t breathe
the bible states stuff but can you believe?
i’m livin’ in a world consumed by money
and comedians still tryna be funny
this world has been running
it’s f-ckin’ out of breathe
people on the streets more dangerous than sess
and yes, i am a mess
but can’t you see i am thee best
bombin’ sh-t like a graffiti artist
i’m upset like cars in
a parking lot with no parkin’

[hook]

yo, yo, homicide’s in this for life
with a gun and a knife
at all times
my rhymes commit crimes
when put onto the mic
while you sleepin’ i’m f-ckin’ your wife
she can’t get my d-ck out her mouth
when i sad stop, she said “another round!”
so i was bk, she had it her way
it was a fun day, but i had no say
she called all the shots and i said okay
after that i cut the b-tch up, turned her into soup
wore her f-ckin’ face
she shouldv’e known i was f-ckin’ crazed
amazed, cannot be saved
like bruce lee, there’s a demon in my life
so grabbed the n-gga’s eyes
ripped them out but they were in their tight
i punched his stupid -ss in the face
damagin’, savagin’, welcome to the savage lands
decapitatin’ shoguns, i am the chosen one
holdin’ a motherf-ckin’ gun
one fist weighs a ton, cause my sh-t’s loaded up
leavin’ n-ggas with seizures or are they tryna crump
well they suck, i don’t really give a f-ck
said so much stuff, i think i’m done
so as i’m changin’ my cap, you know ima be taggin’
my pants saggin’, toe taggin’, body baggin’
straight raggin’, four-four maggin’
cause i’m bombin’ sh-t, well f-ck you!

[hook 3x]

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