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Lyrical Ammunition

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_EniGmA_:
A bullet exits the chamber ~ target locked and engaged /
Straight to tha melon ~ By a fellon ~ This trick ass bitch just got sprayed /
And parlayed ~ No substitutes ~ So you can't call it Parkay /
Like a kamikaze bomber ~ Ya ass is goin out screamin May-Day /
Son I dont play ~ You heard of Bullet Loco ~ Well Im tha Master A-K /
Either lyrically ~ Or on some street shit ~ You'll get blown away /
If you say ~ One fuckin word considered to be outta line /
Tha Police gonna find that ass ~ Leakin blood and missin a spine /
A life of Crime ~ Is all I've ever known ~ So fuck the semantics /
Squeezin my clip ~ Is satisfaction ~ Im tha Gatling-gun bandit /
You can't stand it ~ I pulled ya ho card ~ And exposed you red-handed /
Ya life's on contract ~ Ya head on a silver platter ~ Has been demanded /
You've been branded ~ Forever labeled as a trick and a snitch /
A gapped toothed bitch ~ A faggot muthafukka suckin on dicks /
Tha evidence ~ Is on ya breath ~ And every single word that you spit /
That's why I'm here ~ To make sure your ass will forever cease to exist /

bez:
Dope. 

Drop the glow though.

Good read.

g unot:
u a biter

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