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urltv - bone carr vs. ghost lyrics

[bone carr]
i said, let’s just get this out the way
i ain’t one of these crackers you rap ’bout
i be wit’ the beams and the macs out
and the only time i smell like wet…dawg (dog)…boy, i was leavin’ the traphouse!
wit’ automatics
you can’t cross me wit’ baller tactics
one shot, get drug ‘cross the floor
yeah, i’m wit’ all the static!
headshot+
nah, you ain’t even worth the sh+t, you worthless b+tch!
i’d rather see the worst of it when a person hit
i’ll take a louisville slugger to your head, then bat an eye: flirty b+tch!
you ain’t murkin’ sh+t, whilе i really dump a pound
let your man act confused, wait ’til hе lookin’ ’round
then bah! bah! now he cryin’, gettin’ guts off the ground
the irony + went from not understandin’ to pickin’ up what i’m puttin’ down!
you f+ckin’ clown! this b+tch is a lame
before rap, they’ll tell you “guns isn’t the lane.”
then they switch it up for visual gain
captain underpants: when they needed a hero, the whole principle (princ+p+l) changed
see, you get into my lane and do it all for reaction
“i’m sorry, ms. jackson”
thought you was washin’ car(r) ’til it went up in flames!
that’s why i hate this f+g
always a (+swoo+) razor slash or their blades or mags
caffeine app: all them props in your comments? yeah, you gon’ have to pay for that!
see, i was made for that, while y’all just stress the minor things
you know, bask in (baskin) the problem? tiger king
but for 10k, you’ll get buried for the dough
n0body carin’ ’bout this ho
this b+tch a sucker
in living color: the white boy carryin’ (carrey in) the show!
so let that weigh in
’cause it’s a week prep
kickin’ yo’ ass…
[ghost]
way before covid+19, these n+ggas been claimin’ sick
i can’t stand to fool
you’ll get a box over my coins
i been ridin’ wit’ the bull to come masked: i’m crash bandicoot
a good barber: i’ll line him well
n+ggas can’t connect my dots because i write in braille
there’s rounds to everything
don’t think it’s rap when i’m dead at this cat’s neck: he on orion’s belt!
i’ll load the toolie
dawg (dog), it never leave my hip: it play the role of scooby
ratchet in front of the ghost
i don’t need molly to let it mold into me!
i grip the chrome
don’t talk about ya ex caliber (excalibur)
this sh+t’s in stone
when ghost snoop, i’ll leave bodies all over the walls: i’m jimmy bones!
understand me
as a young’un, i always been near death
the kid played around the hood: i’m billy and mandy
i don’t play
i’ll treat your b+tch like some cheap+ass liquor and bomb bae (bombay)
i air sh+t
it’s a deadlift: i can raise the metal at y’all way (weigh)
n+gga, you get a round by the smith?
oh, you’ll be f+cked up like, “check out the feng shui”

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