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otitis - dial 911 lyrics

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[verse]

i’m poppin’ the clip in
as soon as i step in, they knowin’ what this is
the devilish misfit
who aim at they head and he never gon’ miss it

two piece with the biscuit
if the banger ain’t on me it’s fine, cuz i still hit
hard as ali did
so think about it ‘fore you gettin’ at me, kid

he off his rocker, kinda crazy, it’s what they made me
what i say i really do it, bruh, it’s no fugazi
they tried to play me, now they in boxes, somethin’ like they games be
they tried to save me, but i walk in the church and burst into flame, see

what you think all the guns is for?
what you think eternal slumber’s for?
how you think the homi numbers soar?
f-ck the law, kill ’em all, let them muhf-ckers h-t the floor

this is the hardest sh-t that you heard
this is alarm, no sleep for you birds
intention to harm you sheep in your herds
i’m ready to stomp cerebrals on curbs

i’m lettin’ the p-wns decease, you the first
to get it, be deaded, to heaven, in he-rs-
a vegetable, red, you get “beet” in the earth
i’m beggin’ no pardon, peep and observe

(chea) it’s over for you fellows
the industry birthed these lyin’ b-st-rds, somethin’ like gepeddo
mixin’ the rawest hip-hop in wit the anger of heavy metal
rappers look for the right hook, so i’m knockin’ ’em out they sh-ll-toes

raised ’round them cubans and them haitians on my fla sh-t
told me everywhere you go it be the same ol’ same sh-t
took my knowledge, went to cali on my san jose sh-t
now i’m polished, watch me blow up on some hand grenade sh-t

that’s the chico that’ll dump the eagle
like it’s f-ckin’ legal, tryna hunt ya people
put a round in ya back, now you’re f-ckin’ see through
i’ma pull ’em off of tracks like a f-ckin’ weave do

bohe’s beat is the ak, he gave me the sh-t so i’d damage ’em
the pencil i have is the raid spray, i’m dousin’ ’em all with banana clips
c-ck-roches, let ’em pop open, when the nina spit
son of sam excuses, the dog told me delete ’em quick

claimin’ insanity, lawyer handle my lightweight
droppin’ the case and i’m vanishing, movin’ out to the right state
still i’m fienin’ for real beef, waitin’ for some of the right steak
kobe sh-t, i’m unloadin’ clips, that’s what i feel is the right way

the game soft, no sh-ll, these rappers wearin’ skirts
singin’ like some imbeciles, with bars sweet as desserts
they told me brutha, preach, if you scared, go to church
cuz it’s bout to be a holocaust of rappers gettin’ murked… bohe

[bridge]

dial 911
dial 911
cuz this the type of sh-t i kill for fun
dial 911
dial 911
somebody better dial 911

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