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rec raw - toolies lyrics

this trife life revolves around
revolvers involved in unsolved mysteries
history never reveals the truth concealed
the murder she wrote was never read
instead a severed head wit lead lodged in the cheek
a missing body
prolly within distance, rotting for weeks
no evidence found or witness out in the streets
listen, the beast is out on the beat lurkin
the d’s searching
for clues and suspects, but it seems worthless
the tool used to
rupture the fools dream will soon be squirting
for jewels, it’s curtains for you
a he-rs- and a eww
purse clinched tight in the arms of your moms hurting for you
what’s worse than a view
of a dead corpse unearthed and it’s eww
with a missing head, i’m missing lead, purchase a few
more cases in case, more faces
need to get defaced off the face of the earth and the view
of mourned faces facing a closed casket
wit a picture in the front is so tragic
when a n-gga son won’t grow to know his own dad
and winter’s just begun in the spring
but it feels like summer
cause i’m cold hearted wit the heat when i bring the thunder
you ought to fall to your knees two seasons before autumns conceived
i’m squeezing all of the round received in your chest
arm leg leg arm head and the vest
you left at your rest
was the last mistake you made
the first was being born, word is bond
from a single parent
you shoulda miscarriaged yourself out the cooch
i’m out for loot, about to shoot
i doubt that you’d resist, you miss
if you had a miraculous chance to bust, shiiiiiiiit!
i l-st chicks
that suck d-ck
plus get
f-cked wit
some b-tch she eatin
its hard to devour the thoughts of a demon
haunting for hours watching me sleepin
arms in my palm dawg, watch him hes reachin!
fall to the floor or, shots’ll be squeezed and
you’ll fall to the floor, so shocked dat ya breathing
stops, and you bleeding profusely
watch how the weed and the loosies
ounces of brewsky
got me so juicy
plottin and schemin wit toolies!!!!
it doesn’t really matter if you rockin a beanie
a kufi, a cross, or a budda
often i’ll shoot ya
part of ya medulla
lost in the sewer
results from the ruger
no way in h-ll, you can’t consult with the shoota
no way to tell who the f-ck was the shoota
he’s lost an anonymous still remains at large
a walkin apocalypse dangerous and armed
duck all the hollow tips that are aimed at yall
f-ck all the politics, lets engage in war
talkin to god but sh-t everyday he ignores
for whats all the violence you’ve enslaved the poor
i’ve lost all my tolerance my honest ways are gone
about to let out all this hatred thats in store
(ahhhh)

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