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nightbreed lyrics lyrics

[verse 1: oddbrawl the lyrical juggernaut (aka kev)]
i don’t need
the use of a gat. i’ll make due with a bat like hoodlum cats
in all black used to do when they were back
in 1947. f+ck around with kevin
fire sh+t like jackie rob in the bottom of 11
everything in my circumference red, no joke
do a n+gga ugly right in front of his folks
dead on the counter, put his ass in a yoke, have him
nodding like i’m the rubber hose, needle, and dope—remember that
(remember that) revive the chump with a smack
virgin cat, take his hand, makе him feel on the gat
.38 revolver? could havе k!lled you with that. i’m not
kidding. nightbreed not fiction but fact

[hook: k.a. the verbal shogun]
and i be n+i+g+h+t
b+r+double+e+d
and i be n+i+g+h+t
b+r+double+e+d
and i be n+i+g+h+t
b+r+double+e+d

[verse 2: k.a. the verbal shogun]
hot heads
and cold hearts, dangerous mixture. i carry
things that hit ya. i’m into street arts, concrete’s
the frame, the brains the picture
i ain’t trained to be a silent ninja, my style are found
but four+fives’ll injure. try to surrender ‘less your body lined
with fenders. i’ll send a few, them hollows dented you
put you prolly in the same dirt most high invented you
as my new tec blows, leave y’all
with two wet holes (two wet holes). when i fly through the hood
there’s reports of ufos. i ain’t the type to be
pulling a knife, my bullets’ll slice, fighting wouldn’t suffice
your hand game is shivering, your man name
is cinnamon, and you made of sugar and spice. i can’t
see a n+gga wanting dough from me knowing how i
stroke from three, but if he do, hopefully i soak
his tee, have his shirt mostly looking like potpourri
(dead) po’ would never notice me. you can’t
cope with nb
[hook: k.a. the verbal shogun] (x2)
and i be n+i+g+h+t
b+r+double+e+d
and i be n+i+g+h+t
b+r+double+e+d
and i be n+i+g+h+t
b+r+double+e+d

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