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mellowhype - lp lyrics

(aahh!)

[verse1: hodgy beats]

got my gun n-gga’
got-got my gun n-gga’
i got my gun n-gga’
i said i got my gun!
(n-gga!)

so you talkin’ bout -ssault and battery?
i’ll stretch your chest cavity gradually
when i hit a n-gga’ with a hem-rock, in my moment of clarity
death apparently, is my salvation, now bury me
riots and violence, n-ggas bl–dy servile it
violin playin’ sims, while i’m in the act of being violent
pimps know, b-tches hoes
they call me silence cause all you hear is.. (aaaaaahhhh!)
get on the f-ckin’ floor give me my money b-tch!
or this bullet through your head is what your gonna see next
i was neglected as a child, i spazz out and reflect
and think to myself, (f-ck)
f-ck it, grab the ol’ ratchet, out the whole bucket (yeah!)
time for target practice in public
the humans i shoot in the head i stuff them, m-ffets f-ckin’ puppets
then move to the next victim on some flux sh-t

[hook]
it’s playful on the playground..(seesaw) it’s playful, but i don’t play round’ (ugh)
you n-ggas gon’ die, any day now (ugh)
i’m speakin’ out my gold grill, and i got my chrome steel (brraa!)
finna’ bust a n-gga’ in the head any day now (day now)
playin’ round’ on the play ground (haha)(yea!)
on the playground, n-ggas die any day now (wolf gang!)

[hook x 2]
k!ll them, them all
watch them, them fall
make sure, no cops are called
k!ll them, them all

when i say “k!ll them all”, do it like there’s a drill involved
defeat em’ n’ beat em’, pop em’ and leave em’
conceal a god d-mn weapon for a motha’ f-ckin’ reason
have a homicidal mental until your enemy’s bleeding, weeping
i’m rooting for looters who’s heavy shooters (yea!)
loadin’ n-ggas alone n-gga’ cause lord n-gga’ sit in the booster
c-ck back the rooster and c-cka’ doodle doo ya’
i got hot holes for hot heads, medulla oblongata
the problem solved with salsa
you need a hit man, cause i’m the one rasta
breakin’ down ya’ backdoor, waking ya’ mom and papa
i’m hungry, whats for dinner? b-tch n-gga’ and lobster?
i don’t f-ck around nah, i don’t f-ck around
throwin’ nfl bullets, ochocinco touch it down
truth or dare b-tch, i blast liars (ugh)
and cast fires
leaving skinny n-ggas, flatter than fat tires

[hook x 2]

[hook]

[hook x 2]

f-ck the police

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