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horseshoe g.a.n.g - roman's revenge freestyle lyrics

[demetrius capone]
i drink lethal injections, you can’t k!ll me and the brethren
call my pieces katrina and nina eleven (9/11)
leaving ya resting in piece when the eat through ya flesh and
intestines , yes, indeed leaving a mess then
they blast for me, ya bleeding to death and
speaking of blasphemy, im squeezing that reverend
sick as a catholic priest, the beat im molesting
drawing a masterpiece, that means that my weapons the best

[dice dinero]
you’re a little soft, im a little off
ima real boss, this is real talk
my speech authentic yeah
this the shoe crew, shoe crews
you dudes can’t f-ck with the leaders of new school
you lose, im ignoring all your gripes and your boohoos
just because its your boo who’s hanging on two jewels
this dude’s tool is opposite of this dude’s fuse
meaning its long to sing you a song, my tools croon

[kenny siegel]
my spittin ability, gotta feel him lyrically
but my enemies grillin me, so i grip on a semi-heat
when im feeling hostility, what the f-ck is the frown for
whatever you up for, im down for
they wonderin how such a cold n-gga spit out some flames
how do i write these ingenious bars without a brain
and my car i stay strapped in the seat
in case i run into a motherf-cker who tries to get out of lane

[julius luciano]
im starting to feel like a f-cking savage
i must be spazzing, i just jumped up and bucked it
and my m-ffler draggin, in my dump truck
clutchin a ratchet bustin at random
leave you stiff as f-ckin spastic
paralysis, f-ck you f-ggots, plus you basterds
f-ck a casket, i put, chuck, up in my cab
stuffed in a cap’n crunch box serial (cereal) k!ller
my one companion, is f-ckin trusty my hatchet…

[demetrius capone]
that’s it, when we spittin that kinda sh-t that could fill a morgue
your compet-tion gets more stiffer than rigor mor-tis
or my d-ck when im picturing intercourse
with kenya moore or melissa ford
you finna for-feit, sh-t
you b-tch n-ggas can ill afford
to diss, my spit can win awards and win a war
i choke you with words and strangle you with a cord-less
mic, my bars are harder than prison doors

[julius luciano]
you n-ggas think it’s a wrap til sh-ts unraveling
quit the babbling
before i stick you with the biggest javelin
get the ambulance, cuz my spit is hazardous
to this planets inhabitants
this is the matrix and im mr. anderson
you n-ggas get to scatterin, but these guys don’t run
c-o-b is giant, better be eli no son [?]
i mean fe fi fo fum, you get the 4-1-1
take p-90 out these five-oh-ones

[kenny siegel]
tell your squad they should stand up or stand down
they can either man up or ready to be manned down
cuz i never play all on these fair rounds
i’m the quickest at raising these arms up, hands down
yeah, my flow belongs on a c0ke scale
i ain’t never had a license, i got no l’s
i’ll leave a n-gga with holes in em like motel
leave a n-ggas face half off, like its on sale

[dice deniro]
i put metal in your mouth, come and see the dentist
if you restless, ill put you to sleep in minutes
poppin off like you can see this menace
put your green where your mouth is n-gga, like you eating spinach
every bar this beast invent is raping the weak and timid
you can sleep under the beach in the venice
when i bust my nine, better duck one time
like you dodging the police shots, that’ll eat ya grimace[?]

[julius luciano]
my words fly, the sh-t that i quote soars
spit cold sh-t, excrement mixed with a snowstorm
is it a hoax or is it mythical folklore
is it as dope, the sh-t that i wrote more
twisted and sicker than the sh-t depicted in ghost stor-ies
im hard, like tryna fit through a closed door
with a pitchfork, im ray allen, k!ll you with
three pointers, figga this n-ggas itchin to go to war

[demetrius capone]
now you can go and clone capones
chromosome, but yo
no ones close to lone
chrome’ll toast your dome
you comatosed, i’m wrong
like rollin dope up with a bible page
woah…holy smokes
who summons me, which one of you wanna beef
bars over your head like i locked you underneath
the jail, h-ll, i make it unfun to breathe
more premature, my mama couldn’t stomach me

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