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payday monsanto – zombie rounds galore lyrics

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i got them zombie rounds galore, them things that go right through the wall. i keep them zombie rounds galore. i got them them zombie, zombie…

these m+th+f+ckas really must be illiterate, try’n to read me a little bit, don’t even consider it. my bidness is a bit too intricate, while you on limited. the simple sh+t, whoever permitted it is an indigent, morally destitute, chapter 11 idiot. these rappers’ hate mе like the parking authority, cause i’m rippin’ it right in thеy face, you take up my sp+ce & you will be ticketed. it’s no coincidence, i’m so attributed to the most ridiculous flows administered, there’s no equivalent. i’ve been blackballed, that’s for real blackballed, like rugged man, when he told jive records f+ck your wack deal. but, that’s okay cause i proceeded to wreck it, without allegiance to record companies keepin’ me vetted. investigated for lyrics i’m writing, tightening budgets, cause they don’t like it, i love it, well here’s my pipe you can suck it. you think you’re rockin’ but you’re dealin’ with pebbles, i am the holder of boulders, and the revealer of levels. you’ll catch me funnelin’ weapons to palestinian rebels, so there should not be a question of how i’m dealin’ with devils…

i got them zombie rounds galore, it only takes one shot to f+ck your whole head up…
props to r.a. he gave you your turn, rest in peace to staff sergeant thorburn+
i got them zombie rounds galore, it only takes one shot to f+ck your whole head up…
props to r.a. he gave you your turn, rest in peace staff sergeant thorburn…

this is a rapper bash+fest, you can bet your cash, yes. 10 to 1 when i’m done your paradigm is a smashed mess, unless your brain was injured in a crash test you will walk away when i’m done, saying to youself under your breath “that’s fresh.” a lyricist that’s f+ckin’ wit me? they do not exist, and if you think somebody’s comin’ close, then you should tell ’em this…my rhymes are toxic, it’s only dummies who try’n stop it. when i grip a mic & spit, it’s like i keep defyin’ logic. keep tellin’ yourself you f+ckin’ wit me, son you’re lying, stop it. you would have a better chance of f+ckin’ miss hawaiian tropic. these major labels can’t give me a proper appraisal, they pushin’ +n+l, i’ll come in they office & give ’em a facial. better yet, pop ’em with cranial shots ’till they fatal, slice they navel, and seal their lips the f+ck up with industrial staples. pretty soon i’ma be takin’ to action, and makin’ it happen, for anybody fakin’ tha passion, i’m takin’ ‘ya rations. blatantly confiscatin’ and smashin’, enough debatin’ & askin’, sittin’, waitin’, & flashin’. takin’ it back to scr+pin’ & scr+ppin’, graffiti, dj’n, breakin’ & rappin’ i’ll awaken assassins…

i got them zombie rounds galore, it only takes one shot to f+ck your whole head up…
props to r.a. he gave you your turn, rest in peace to staff sergeant thorburn…
i got them zombie rounds galore, it only takes one shot to f+ck your whole head up…
props to r.a. he gave you your turn, rest in peace staff sergeant thorburn…

definition of a rap flow video, gotta be the livest sh+t i’d seen since run+dmc on +rs+nio. it better win an award, across the board, if not we know the judges were paid, it’s nothing but fraud. and, i ain’t talkin’ out my neck g+g+g+gimmie that. where’s lock, talib, tone, gene, & denny at? rap contests are made for suckas, just so happens half of the rappers that i f+ck wit are among the judges. in addition to fact, this beat is jurassic, & the “legends never die” lp is a classic. and, this is not a d+ck+ride, or an ass+kiss, respect to everybody involved is massive. and, be on the lookout for the media+midget…you see that? pull out the toolie & load it with z+max…

i got them zombie rounds galore, it only takes one shot to f+ck your whole head up…
props to r.a. he gave you your turn, rest in peace to staff sergeant thorburn…
i got them zombie rounds galore, it only takes one shot to f+ck your whole head up…
props to r.a. he gave you your turn, rest in peace staff sergeant thorburn…

(i got them zombie rounds galore)
(i keep them zombie rounds galore)
(them things that go right through the wall)
(start poppin’)
(you better start poppin’)
(everytime i see a zombie)
(every time you see a zombie)
+staff sergeant john a. thorburn passed away in 2010. he was decorated vietnam veteran & american patriot, who always stood up for truth. and, r.a. the rugged man’s father….r.i.p. ssgt thorburn



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