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madd maxxx - come n get me lyrics

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verse 1
somebody tell me what’s the deal
yo does anybody know who’s keepin it real?
i just love it,
other motherf-ckers talk sh-t
but you know they’ll never stand above it
madd maxxx got murderous tracks
i’ll swing an axe at your back
till your chest collapse
i seriously suggest
you don’t test the best
get split so quick it’ll leave ya breatheless
don’t n-body wanna touch it
i bust it with such a rapid percussion
i’ll leave ya kid a concussion
i’m just sayin
don’t n-body wanna be playin
you best bust back quick son, i ain’t waitin
n-body could ever believe
a kid like me would conceive this masterpiece
well listen up dude
i got news for you
i only done but a few
i got lots to do

chorus x1
don’t n-body even really wanna f-ck with me
madd maxxx got the tracks that’ll make ya scream, yoo
come n get me i know that you want to
don’t n-body here know what i do
anybody that’s talking tough
if you busts real rough then step on up, maan
come n get me you punks can’t see
how i robbed this beat so deviously

verse 2
if you really got heat
come bring it to me
and we’ll see who’s gettin at it seriously
i’m like kruger furnace i blasts so hot
you ain’t even got game yo you only a mascot
that’s what i been trynna say
killin any motherf-ckers trynna get in my way
anybody actin funny
yeah hire a dumby
i buck a shot off the top leave a hole in your skully
i mean, i ain’t even trynna thug
but i can leave you f-cked up like a pound of drugs
no i ain’t kill a man
you don’t think i can?
don’t talk, be real, come n get me man! (yoo)
if i ever gotta deal with another
dumb motherf-cker talkin this that and the other
imma grab the gloves and then a baseball club
i’ll beat his head into a blubber
then go home and tell his mother

chorus x1

verse 3
from seaside heights to the beaches in cali
everybody know i’m loud like a holy rally
talk sh-t but you don’t know me blow me
flow slow like a ghost movin on the low key
there ain’t anybody here that can hold me back
get slapped with a spiked bat they flat like a fapjack
gettin hos like a p-rno show
everybody wanna talk but they just don’t know
kill a hundred at a time like i dropped a rocket
leave a crime scene so horror even the coroner vomit
can’t stop till i’m up on top
i can’t write anymore my pen begged me to stop
i’m hot like a stolen car
you know who we are
you r-t-rds won’t reach too far
once i enter the game leave you ghosted for smokin the
frame
come n get me you weak as lames

chorus x2



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