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What happens when you combine the daekness with the light?
(YungBuck)
I'm bringing pain like two bad nurses, and the pain from these here
motherfkin' verses rediculos thirst is involving hearses to the dirt s**t
first pick and using autos to work with slugs to the shirt s**t (just to squ*rt
s**t) I'm kickin' it with an expert kick from birth till' the earth split leave
you hurt b*tch and show you how worser than worst get in the zone see the vein
when the pain repel and then i'm closing the curtains b*tch (when adrenalines
pumping) I don't understand discussion only hear certian s**t i'm a
misunderstood nigg*' and i'm off my square high got me reversin' clips and
dispersin' s**t
(Twista)
What can I say to make you see how the fk I feel to make me wanna jump off of
the edge i'm charged off of suckers gettin' shot up off the ledge no pain the
static came I took a bunt off to the head (so tell me what it said) retaliate
with leathal reprecussion I feel the reefer rushin' watch him go into thangs
like it's a wicked stick so get that Benedryl hot like i'm finna steal lickin'
and kickin' s**t for and girls that I kick it with I was born to get
you pumped up it's like some lead bust givin' motherfkers a head rush then
your lead bust when you jumped up cuz what I said must've got you geeked my
eyes red puffed from smokin' s**t that hit on and die makes me wanna
slip the clip on the side and if you act like a b*tch on the the whole westside
will let the s**t gone and ride and let the trigga' bust
(Chorus)
Thats your adrenaline rush like when a motherfker have to go pick up the pump
to make his opposition chest kick up and jump when you lit up the pump to make
your body get up and jump thats your adrenaline rush like when a mother fker
have to go pick up the pump to make a trigger pick up and thump so make the
bass kick up and bump and let the rythm hit off the funk (repeat)
(Twista)
Pullin' up bailin' out like we carsick and ready to start s**t start up buryin'
some heads like an ostrich unload the whole cartrige and throw the shells in
the garbage the hardest of motherfkers could never achieve what i've
accomplished YungBucks my acomplice located his exsistance with my 6th sense
like a compass and started on a journey to a star just to stop this rushin' up
the of the to get em' charged whats the real reason? All you haters try
to murder me so now it's kill season and even though i'm still bleeding im'a
keep coming cuz i'm still breathing and ya'll can't trace me i'm buyring my
victims in the wall like Gacy too lyrical and since the snip of my umbilical
these flows is critical my music is miracle like i'm biblical, killin' like i'm
nuttier than Buddy Love and still wouldn't leave a bloddy glove and start the
truck up let's be the fk up getaway smokin' this blunt dub the adrenaline
eruptin' my veins and i'm pumped up
(YungBuck)
And i'm calibrated at 360 degrees see that's 300 thats gon' die bout' 60
slugs to do this deed (Psychodrama) we too much for the industrealists to fk
with this on the brink of fkin' up some s**t, dismantle deduct some s**t it's
hard to imagine what got nerves to do, so I guess I just take that
fkin' nerve from you then think what i'm on the verge to do and I got the
urge ooh let semi close your curtains fool from killin' the verses fool I be
one of the worstest dude (you the who?) I'm the worstest lurkin' bout 9
millimeters above your surface unleash these thangs and I defeat your purpose,
you hurtin'
(chorus)
