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vada - buffalo bill lyrics

vada: let me clear my throat…. i’m about to sing baby

pat benatar (sings): i never been fragile flower. i’ve always got too much to say

vada: yo, they say i’m a monster. they say that i’m eating people alive (laughs). like i’m buffalo bill. let’s go (clears throat)

vada:
get back if you spit whack/ there’s a big wrath wit my impact/
i got dumb lines call me 6 flags/ goliath big on my pin pad/
step on in my corridor you’ll sink right in like quick sand/
make you sh-t yourself if you get g-ssed/ f-ck with me and get whip lash/
its certain tactics my clique has/ and we will make you convinced fast/
you say you thugged and gangsta but you just as corny as riff raff
o.. my god. the room is now getting tensed as /
nfl with g-y dude drafter by st. louis but i am proud he’s gon’ get rammed /
who know’s a puto that dont dig my rude flow /
im raps principle ho / i’ll take you to school bro /
the best rapper alive i’ll kall out you, you and you hold /
me back i’m a fool talk dirtier than jason derulo /
we prowlin / i’m shoutin / i’ll never be grounded /
see im high as a falcon and still climbing these mountains
who’s building these houses? i wanna put doubt in /
you want beef, see my cow din / come on in and get pounded
no accountant can count down my crown bricks
i growled i’m here now i’ll show you how foul my foul is
“who?” i’m an owl b-tch / i’ll spit til you’re drownin
when i make the announcement i’m going back to counselin
like “counselor. i’m angry and i don’t feel an ounce of
comp-ssion for these f-ggots i’m like who is there founder!?”
i spit sh-t like (pit pit) to give them a shower / and i feel like it’s now or
never to devour
wowzers my powers a load / k!lling my doubters i’m outta control
i switch switch styles give a bow / gifted n-gga with lines, i’m clothes
don’t you cross me and my exima vlane’s a bumpy road
doze and dream / expose you queens gee i know it’s mean
bleed you open screen/ potent scene win like charlie sheen
i’m a war machine gore received / beef i reign supreme
a team against the king will indeed see defeat
you’ll bleed, buried / up under worms and seeds
worst emcees in peace / 6 feet i’m elite
step into the ring / once it dings you belong to me /
like amber cole on that lovely day she finally turns 18
you sweet, plus i sing better than you and i don’t f-ckin sing
and probably play guitar better, and i ain’t ever touch a string
thats the m-th-f-ckin thing / bl–dy means i’m rumbling
fumbling a heart in disregard in a rugged dream
and jaray is a b-tch overdosing on liquor
screaming “money team” lyric got more bread than you n-gga
disloyal f-ggot you dont switched on everyone who’s delivered
while you hit up folks you know through me like hey gon f-ck wit cha
cause see, see this is industry / family this is industry
when family is “industry” / n0body gets in ya beef
even if you dead wrong and relationships begin with me
i’ve seen this in rap history/ this is me this n-gga v
lane is too emotional. “get bread and stop trippin”
you 32 still say you 23 man quit pretendin”
alot of folks is mad at you i know all of yo business
when i see you im a see you even moms can be a witness
i said, no disrespect / thats why i gotta press /
i am andrew bynum i don’t play when it comes to my bread /
better confess, depression i swear it be a mess /
d trane said that it’s a test / beefs food i always digest /
we witness big business / this lyric linguistics /
its wicked 6-6-6 / lyrics is horrific
and if its a picnic i’m eatin you gimmicks /
i’m jumpin i’m feelin froggy n-gga so ribb-it
i’m livid baby i’m on / they’ll consider me the greatest after i’m gone
battle me if i’m wrong / it is long naw f-ck that it is on /
i tried to politic but i dont give a sh-t anymore /
i’m a moth / and when it’s going down i belong
get on the mic and kick that rich sh-t just call me solange
o lawd, my god / it’s f-cking you hot facades
i hope all of you rot / old beef and terds in my pot
there’s a gap when these rappers rap / f-ggot kitty kats
rat-tat-tat bddat i lay em flat / (just relax like that) /
ya im mad / you wickity-wickity wack / i’m wishin you would react
we’ll reenact iraq , attack / f-ckin trash you squares is plad
it’s voodoo,so who knew / la emcees chew through
each fruit group / these f-ggots -ss n-ggas is doo doo
boo hoo is the name of the new group / wear capri’s yellin soowoop
where’s dre and snoop dude? / i hate all of you fool’s

talking:
yea, red brick road… the hottest sh-t all summer. droppin soon baby, dj jonney miles dj fusion dj nick nack. you already know how i get down – this ain’t even on the tape this just some sh-t i’m throwin out there so yaw can know…. it gets real when riding on vlane baby. who want some? who want it wattup!

man, i don’t remember n0body diein! i dont remember no tragedy! but every time i turn on computer i see everybody holdin hands like they doin another “we are the world” record, wtf?

you n-ggas dont even like each other. and they tryda act like i’m the demon because i’m real nah man. (laughs)

aye aye i’m kallin you out video droppin soon – woop. vlane!

i got a tv show, wait wait – i’ll wait to tell yaw dat (laughs)

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