Songtexte
I
write
these
rhymes
that
shoot
to
kill
you
Graffiti
on
the
wall,
bullets
nine
inch
nail
you
I
don't
really
care
who
you
think
you
are
Cause
rock
gods
don't
bow
to
rock
stars
I'm
pullin'
out
the
strap
I'm
trigger
happy
with
these
raps
We
travel
all
across
the
map
Got
to
take
my
crown
back
I'm
seein'
red
at
red
dawn
Ring
the
alarm,
bring
it
on
I
got
hot
metal
in
my
hand
I'm
causing
bodily
harm
They
call
it
microphone
tactics
MC's
become
target
practice
They
call
us
L.A.'s
wasted
youth
We
roll
in
bullet
proof
jackets
And
the
code
is
encrypted
I
don't
think
you
can
hack
it
I
pledge
allegiance
to
graffiti
I'm
hip
hop
for
the
bad
kids
I
write
these
rhymes
that
shoot
to
kill
you
Graffiti
on
the
wall,
bullets
nine
inch
nail
you
I
don't
really
care
who
you
think
you
are
Cause
rock
gods
don't
bow
to
rock
stars
I'm
pullin'
out
the
strap
I'm
trigger
happy
with
these
raps
We
travel
all
across
the
map
Got
to
take
my
crown
back
I'm
pullin'
out
the
strap
I'm
trigger
happy
with
these
raps
We
travel
all
across
the
map
Got
to
take
my
crown
back
Smith
and
Wesson
weapon
loaded
Sights
are
set
at
my
opponent
Ready
set
now
I'ma
own
it
Fully
loaded
magic
moment
Don't
be
scared
of
the
loud
noise
I'm
a
trigger
happy
cowboy
Cock
it,
load
it,
let
it
go
This
house
was
built
on
rock
and
roll
I
write
these
rhymes
that
shoot
to
kill
you
Graffiti
on
the
wall,
bullets
nine
inch
nail
you
I
don't
really
care
who
you
think
you
are
Cause
rock
gods
don't
bow
to
rock
stars
I'm
pullin'
out
the
strap
I'm
trigger
happy
with
these
raps
We
travel
all
across
the
map
Got
to
take
my
crown
back
I'm
pullin'
out
the
strap
I'm
trigger
happy
with
these
raps
We
travel
all
across
the
map
Got
to
take
my
crown
back
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