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serial killers - loaded lyrics

[verse 1: b+real]
you couldn’t hold my crown, but you can hold my b+lls
man they hold you down, i hope they slow you down
i control you now, movin’ that police car remotely down
you ain’t payin’ attention, i ain’t playin’ detention
while they movin’ in silence of dead discretion
got your plan designed, homie, get him slapped off, walk it off
when your body’s on the street, watch him talk it off
block it off, get the can stick, yeah we chop it off
we tryin’ to fill a cup, top it off, pop it off
window brakes from a molotov fireball
we take a hit, baby top it off, duck it off

[verse 2: xzibit]
yeah, westside b+tch!
an adult r+rated underground gangsta sh+t
all the hoovers, the ese’s, the bloods and crips
straight up and down like the hands on the twelve and the six
they gon’ be testin’ our words, the revenge of the nerds
say got you all to believe in, you’re the coffee beans i fold
your red bull wings, know a b+tch from a queen
find your adam and eve in the system of things
dawg, whistle my fanbase so let out some steam
i’mma better my circumstance, so follow my lead
thank you for i can all our merchandise and buying our weed
don’t be the one that we leave, take it one for the team
i’m a dirty disease, so i’m immune to the virus
i’m down for catching a thing, you have the right to be silent
but if you choose to be silent, there’s gon’ be horrible violence
now pledge to allegiance is d+mn united
(let’s make america great again)
[verse 3: demrick]
suck my d+ck!
i don’t need your approval, women swear by this
never had your fingertips on a three+puff switch
never had a b+tch, n+gga called me son of a b+tch
algorithm is stick, they be callin’ me demrick
try put out more records than master p and no limit
wanna handle your business, better f+ck with xzibit
but if you f+ck with xzibit, i’ll send your ass to the dentist
if you touch b+real, it’s gon’ get so real
like tyson, earbites the holy feel
put me in quarantine, still can’t hold me still
i’mma set you to business like brakes on the wheel
we just shootin’ for change while others shootin’ to k!ll
ain’t no justice in motherf+ckers, they just make a deal
they want us all separated like bill and camille
when an illusion is sloppy, the triggers reveal
for real!

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