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masta rigamortice - the warning lyrics

[verse 1]
“ya had to try the wrong mother f-cker today
now your jaws gone and you got blood on your face
raw dawg k!lla’, i don’t mean to be rude
but i will spill ya cuzz i’m not familiar wit ya att-tude
splatter you whats the matter
you f-gs don’t know how to get up out of my face
ill drop you into you grave as you start to turn grey
i won’t hesitate to demonstrate how to strangle or mutilate
guts tangled up round my fist as ya body slowly levitate
leave you in ya resting place resesitate you back from death
definitely posses whats inside of ya chest
mother f-cker my axe is like b-tter and bread , i’m fading ya head
i’m detrimental to ya health mental: with the pencil
peddle to the medal
put the barrel to ya grill and watch ya face melt
my fist of fury to ya dome is worst then kanye with out the safe belt, i leave ya brains swelled
this ain’t the matrix, n-gga kick rocks
ill leave ya eyes criss-cross staring at the tip of my glock
rub holy ashes on ya head in the form of a cross
now say ya prayers before i blow half ya f-cking head off”

(why, oh why…)

[verse 2]
i come from under the dirt were the population is bizzerk
and if you ain’t got wings like an angel
you touch the ground and get burnt
hit the he-rs- in reverse hit the casket
m-ssacre these words im an evil b-st-rd
and a heavily son
till i reach my arm to the sky and squeeze that gun
choke a dove till it isn’t fun then go rape sum nuns
rage runs in these veins of a k!lla
i creep alone in the jungle like a stray gorilla
are you afraid of the dark cuzz i’m posted up in the shadow
with my infantry of demon and infinite ammo
genetically embedded were my head splits
banging beats until my motherf-cking heads splits
back slap make ya head got you resting up on ya death bed
cripple and fully arrested
n-gga who ya testing so don’t temped to temp this
cuzz if you do, n-gga i’m running on empty
decapitating mother f-ckers against me
you gotta f-cking problem wit the bloodshot clique
i’m fuccking ya b-tch, slappin her
leave c-m on her lips
leaving blood n-gga take a sip”

[outro]
“as we proceed, to get high
let me express my self goddammit
say, what the f-ck i wanna say
i don’t give a f-ck”

[hidden track]

- masta rigamortice lyrics

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