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isolated beingz - axes & gats lyrics

[intro: ruthless rob & 2+face]
yeah b+tches! isolated beingz! yeah! project motherf+ckin’ born! uh huh! and axe murder boyz! woooo! axes and gats! what you know about it? where my wicked sh+t gangstas at?

[verse 1: ruthless rob]
i got a f+cked up mind full of f+cked up sh+t
sick thoughts in my head got me fiendin’ for the blood drip
i dump clips, cut your ass into microchips
throw your naked body in the river like a skinny dip
my life ain’t pretty, b+tch, and i ain’t sorry, ho
i’m eatin’ more shrooms than super mario
i talk a lot of sh+t and known to smoke a lot of pot
a wack rapper is something that ruthless rob is not

[verse 2: lil polk & ruthless rob]
somebody call the cops, it’s a dead body in here
project n+ggas in the front, axe murder the rеar (we on the job)
with the mob you can’t f+ck with caponеs
either bang in the streets or take your punk ass home
p+ssy ass n+gga, you standin’ in the front of the trigger
we are from virginia, hey rob, n+gga, pass me the liquor
this ain’t the same old sh+t that you used to
pass me the gat, i’ma show you what the deuce do (uhh!)

[chorus]
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
do you pack you a gat like the f+ckin’ zodiac?
or equipped with an axe like a f+ckin’ maniac
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
where my wicked sh+t gangstas at? where they at?
where my wicked sh+t gangstas at? where they at?
[verse 3: bonez dubb]
keep comin’ with that f+ckin’ bullsh+t, i wish (i wish)
that you motherf+ckers would just quit up in this b+tch (up in this b+tch)
how many times i find out when a hater is nonsense
since amb has hit the scene the f+ckin’ jealousy commence
think we will just rip you apart, i stay wicked, amb heart
in drive, motherf+cker, i’m still alive, don’t even start
still kickin’ famous like liu kang, you ho, my verse stuck in your brain for sure
dang fbi classify us as a gang now

[verse 4: 2+face]
you just brought a knife to an axe fight, motherf+cker!
i’m takin’ your life tonight, motherf+cker!
amb brought the axe, pjb got the gats
plus we roll with barbed wire bats and thumbtacks
leave a h+ll of an impact like tna
we kings of the wicked, all you others are g+y
underground underdogs with lyrics from the grave
and we all get drunk and we all get blazed (come on!)

[chorus]
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
do you pack you a gat like the f+ckin’ zodiac?
or equipped with an axe like a f+ckin’ maniac
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
where my wicked sh+t gangstas at? where they at?
where my wicked sh+t gangstas at? where they at?
[verse 5: frank nitty & ruthless rob]
there was axes and gats for snitches and rats
pistols and packs for these haters off the yak
i got that murderistic flow and you know who we be, yeah
pjb, ib, and amb and
we ain’t f+ckin’ with these b+tches on the weekends
tryna see which one of these tricks let me freak in
speakin’, sayin’ what we want while y’all be duckin’ sh+t
p+ssyfoot n+ggas, y’all don’t know who y’all f+ckin’ with

[verse 6: young wicked]
yo! yo! yo! yo! yo! yo! yo!
oh sh+t, it’s ot (ot), isolated homie
born as a project of being created in the 303
peep the verse out, everybody wanna be the wickedest, it won’t work out
’cause young wicked kick it the illest (b+tch), these b+tches twerk out
booty work, booty work, bounce to the oz
project born and amb, isolated b+e+i+n+g
here the track go, lay up off the crack ho
lay up off the whack flow, lay off the man assh0l+
you suckin’ other rappers’ d+cks, you might as well be a chick
with no tits or p+ssy lips, f+ckin’ b+tch
i’m layin’ off in a bad freak
a different girl than the one i had last week
she was pumping my piece and i was squeezing on her ass cheek
you fake f+ggots is ultra g+y and mad weak
comin’ around my set, all nut jockin’ and mad geeked
undercover suckers don’t ever get past me
hater, i’m greater, wanna see me later
i’m faded, i’ll f+ckin’ hit you and i hate it
with a gat or an axe blade, b+tch, and the fact is i’m fat paid, b+tch
give it all away to party with my family, b+tch
and it’s like that
i like red like pee+wee herman’s tie, mack
red like the color of gettin’ pee+wee herman’s bike back
hit your woman’s neden and then i say bye, b+tch
[chorus]
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
do you pack you a gat like the f+ckin’ zodiac?
or equipped with an axe like a f+ckin’ maniac
axes and gats! axes and gats!
axes and gats! axes and gats!
where my wicked sh+t gangstas at? where they at?
where my wicked sh+t gangstas at? where they at?

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