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sneakzs reyna - cutting off the ring lyrics

[intro]
ha! … c’mon
(ladies and gentlemen)
it’s the nine time tag-team champions
sneakzs and science
come along for the god d-mn ride (woo)
ha! … it’s like this

[verse 1: sneakzs reyna]
dressed to impress girl
now watch me throw on my fit
press the red b-tton honey
im’a blow up the kids
like i’m head hunting
so come get destroyed by the sick lyricist
it’s like i’m floyd, boy i don’t know when to quit
throwin’ hay-makers while ladies keeping they legs shakin’
i defeat an m-c in any way that they might make me
plenty pay
pockets are weighing like 580
on a scale of 1 to 10 i’m a one plus nine baby
i’m a dime when i’m spittin’
like this dime that i’m sniffin’
every line that i’m hittin’
got me fried minds missin’
man on a mission
from where i stand you lookin’ like b-tches
i don’t need no evidence, proof, or an eye witness
flyest in the sky
so sit on the wire you pigeons
i hip-fire ammunition until i hear clips clickin’
my sixth sense is
actin up but i can’t listen
keep thinking i struck out
but i’m just pitchin’
clever verbs and nouns in the thousand words i’m scribblin’
everything you laying down
sound like childish gibberish
break out the files
check my resume
they hired me wishing that they could fire me
only fire i got’s in my spliff
or it’s in the kitchen while i’m dishin’ out writtens
slippin’ out of my limits
i’m gettin’ too big for my britches
b-tches think it’s cute but
who can deny this
into my twisted wicked sick little mind and it’s gone missing
so i’m grippin’ 40 ounces of fine liquid
before i gulp it down pour some out for my kin
and the friends who will never get to see my vision’s fruition
don’t mind the cold breeze
that means you’re locked inside my prison
ready for my next victim
lay ’em out on the table
tie this mother f-cker down with ungrounded live wire cables
some duct tape, nine inch nails and about five staples
so you ain’t able to escape this crazy insane fable
make you shake like you’re taking a taser to the naval
diggin’ graves ever since i came in this game using my shovel
quick with a switchblade so b-tch get on my level
now beware
’bout to introduce ya’ll to the devil
and it looks like i might take the throne to the lair
stay up with a few b-tches
here we go once again
saying whatever i want
some sh-t she don’t wanna hear
im’a player baby girl and sometimes life ain’t fair
ya lookin’ shook mama
satan just told me a prayer
lay up with some hoes these b-tches is braiding my hair
saying whatever i want
everything that she wanna hear
don’t be scared girl i told ya, you got nothing to fear
why you frontin’?
i ain’t got no time to pretend
dollar signs on my mind while i ignite the pen
never showin’ any signs of slowing down from the get
so don’t get it twisted boy
i separate myself from the rest (ha ha!)

(chorus: scientifixxx [+ sneakzs reyna])
i said f-ck you [f-ck you]
i said, i said f-ck you [f-ck you]
i said f-ck you [f-ck you]
i said, i said f-ck you [f-ck you]
well i said f-ck you [f-ck you]
i said, i said f-ck you [f-ck you]
(little b-tch -ss n-gg-s, what)

i tell ’em…
lil b-tch -ss n-gg-s…
yo

(verse 2: scientifixxx)
foreign native
raised a slave to my environment
no [?] jumping
even trunks came out of retirement
i rocky balboa- mr t
tommy gun this russian
and james payback on apollo creed
gettin’ bigger and better with every second that p-sses
i’m screaming rhymes at ya’lls funeral
roses and closed caskets
whoever’s askin’
i’m a cold b-st-rd
son of a mother burning the summer
while i’m carrying my son’s ashes
teaching cl-sses
i’m the leader of the new school
elevating minds that were blind with a third eye fooled
no louisiana but my hearts in the n.o
-ssisting with this suicide
kevorkian this instrumental
big league bully no sittin’ at my table
i stay indie like peyton manning and start my own label
3’s up in the air like you yelling out third down
the city had a lot of stars that burned
but it’s my turn now
to who it may concern
yo the sh-t’s about to go down
there’s a new sheriff in town
let’s have a hoe-down
my [?] like [?]
without spinach when it’s the rudest
and smoothest like guinness
before i finish they’ll be like: who this kid tryna’ diss?
but they often get washed like two t-ts
on some luke sh-t if it got two t-ts
i’ll abuse it and bruise
[?] i saw through it like [?] didn’t
i thought you knew it was h-ttin’ like the sh-t should of muhammad
man listen
couldn’t bring drama working admission stands, comma
check the relation this is p-ss in your persona
bounce like impala’s my sh-t so hard they call it constipation
stop ya waitin’
i’ll make you fold like p-ssy walls when i’m copulating
golden child… golden statin’
politicin’… elevatin’
in this life i’m human racin’
i’m the magnificent superior and excellent
well put together intellectual exquisiteness

i tell ’em…
lil b-tch -ss n-gg-s… [woo]
c’mon

[f-ck you]

[woo]

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