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stu bangas - beats and blood lyrics

[intro: scratched sample]
“i draw first blood, it’s over with, and that’s that!”

[verse 1: celph t-tled]
this a drive-by, hit five guys and leave extra ketchup
professional head severer (you know that!)
the seven deadly sins i already did (uh huh!)
got a brand new sub-2000 with the scope mount kit (uh!)
they say, “celph you just playin’, you won’t really pop off” (what?!)
then they heads start leakin’ that pace picante sauce (haha)
i envision three-dimensional crime scenarios (like a…)
computer chip hardwired to stereos (possess ya!)
mind, body, and soul, i know it probably get old
hearin’ these flows ’bout homicides and hoes (no!)
i’m back with the murder, no mercy, i’m servin’
the world’s deadliest combo deal, any number can get you k!lled
think i’m playin’, then the jokes on you (yeah!)
holler my harmless with a harness, satan in a vocal booth
knock, knock, no it a’int no f-ckin’ girl scout cookies
it’s me swingin’ katanas, stunt double for shô kosugi (f-cker!)

[scratched samples]
“they better have the riot gear ready”
“front if you want, kid, lay on your back”
“…we got more to hurt ’em”
“body casting raps to get your back snapped in half”

[verse 2: celph t-tled]
it takes fifty racks or better to raise my eyebrows up (yup!)
don’t think i’m gettin’ paper, check the ride out front (yes!)
i’ll meet you right out front (uh huh), with a white owl blunt (uh huh)
and turn a 2-minute trick (into what?) into a 5-hour stunt
i heard your raps about to crack in the pyrex pot (okay…)
said you had a breitling, naw, that’s timex watch (clown!)
it’s much too many steps to reach the height of this throne
i look down on y’all and scribble some lines for a song (b-tch!)
a’int easy bein’ the boss, the one that writes the check
the one that give green-light for the k!llers to slice yo neck
the poison in your soda, the toxic odors ya chokin’ on
when my pen touch the pad, it’s settin’ off smoke alarms
no razors, no knives, i don’t even need one saw
’cause i can still k!ll you with capri sun straw
a’int come to play games, i came to flip the f-ckin’ gameboy
just throw my aim for it, murk the witness, can’t get blamed for it

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