paroles de chanson Strangeulation II - Brotha Lynch Hung , Tech N9ne , Murs , Stevie Stone feat. Wrekonize, Bernz of Mayday & Mai Lee , Godemis
Deevil!
Prayin'
that
12-12
for
hell
Felon
to
sell
and
slept
on
a
bed
of
nails
like
nothing
I've
ever
felt
Ghost
in
a
shell,
was
molded
with
other
demons
as
if
I
needed
some
help
or
a
host
to
preserve
the
heathen
Got
it,
my
brain
is
rotted
I
swear
to
God
that
I'm
not
it
I'm
set
to
go
to
the
gallow
as
soon
as
the
rope
is
knotted
I
ain't
high
as
the
fire
and
I
have
unused
adrenaline
Came
in
the
cypher
clean,
still
smelling
like
putrid
cinnamon
Then
I'm
in,
enemy
of
the
state,
I'm
straight
at
an
angle
Stop
risking
and
quit
your
bitchin',
it
ain't
like
I'm
raping
an
Angel
Said
I
was
magnifique,
ya'll
fuckin'
with
it,
kapeesh
Stevie
Stone
I'm
on
it
I'm
so
clever
Nobody
comparing
'em
better
I
put
shit
together
America's
most
elaborated
rap
pick
yo
head
up
Small
talkin'
to
get
you
wet
up
Yeah,
I'm
will
to
kill
all
you
niggas
The
feelin',
adrenaline
that'll
spillin'
a
milli
yeah
I
mill'
all
you
niggas
Ain't
even
reach
out
they??
rather
my
sillin'
on
niggas
And
backin'
a
back
on
back
can't
billy
you
niggas
Get
busy
on
niggas
This
ain't
no??
some
leekage
Stonie
in
the
building
the
bitches
pull
out
their
cleavage
The
snake
and
the
bat
you
see
them
prominent
features
The
spieces
Strangeland
we
rain
on
your
region
Meatwagon
I
come
I
be
taggin'
'em
Baggin'
'em
bring
'em
clusters
of
three
Got
three
magnums
gaggin'
em
out
You
pussies
is
still
talkin'
I'm
draggin'
'em
out
I'm
tappin'
'em
out
Aww
shit,
they
fucked
around
and
signed
a
backpacker
Smart,
rich,
handsome,
plus
he's
not
a
bad
rapper
I'm
just
a
little
local
talent
that
fucked
around
and
made
it
big
Underground
bully,
pickin'
on
all
these
famous
kids
And
the
danger
is,
Now
I'm
doin'
Strange
a
biz?
About
to
make
the
world
forget
about
what
a
major
is
Independent
Powerhouse,
running
all
these
cowards
out
My
enemies
are
all
forgotten,
wishin'
I
would
shout
em
out
And
I
don't
want
to
hear
a
rapper
harmonize
unless
He
thuggish,
ruggish,
Lazy,
Krayzie,
Bizzy,
Wish
or
Flesh
But
maybe
I'm
just
hatin'
cuz
my
black
ass
could
never
sing
Fuck
that
autotune
I
hope
the
Futures
filled
with
better
things
And
you
a
fucking
liar
if
you
say
you
found
a
better
team
Impossible!
Like
trying
to
fit
my
dick
inside
my
wedding
ring
And
all
the
bread
it
brings
will
be
distributed
and
properly
I
represent
for
hip
hop
not
some
fucking
aristocracy
I'm
the
Martin
Scorsese
of
rap,
rap
predator
Better
than
severin'
the
reverend
with
a
jackknife
Kevin
and
eleven
of
'em
revvin'
up
the
engines
we
bubblin'
up
like
7-Up
Then
when
we
shoot
that
shit
we
eat
that
shit
for
din--din-ner
I
don't
need
no
fuckin'
"Ok",
are
you
serious,
I'm
okay
I'mma
make
you
bleed
like
it's
your
period,
period
I
eat
period
pussy
so
eating
you
ain't
serious
What
you
need
for
me
to
flip
that
shit
and
rip
that
shit
Like
a
skitzo
stick
that
shit,
that
shit
like
a
automatic
pistol
grip
No,
I
created
this
fast
rap,
I'm
past
that
I
put
a
gat
in
that
asscrack
and
blast
that
I'm
lightyears
ahead
of
'em,
might
use
the
head
of
'em
I
lose,
then
you
can
keep
the
breadcrumb
My
nigga
I'm
a
carnivore,
ready
for
any
kind
of
war,
any
kind
of
score
1 Nobody Cares
2 Withdrawal
3 Straight Out the Gate (The Scott Stevens remix)
4 Sut Mig
5 SOTG (remix intro)
6 We Are Free
7 Strangeulation IV
8 Stink
9 Na Na
10 Strangeulation III
11 Fear
12 Which One
13 Strangeulation II
14 Great Night
15 Nobody Cares (The Remix)
16 Make Waves
17 Hard (A Monster Made It)
18 Strangeulation I
19 Over It
20 Great Night
21 Red Rags
22 American Horror Story
23 Strangeulation III
24 Na Na
25 The Calling
26 SOTG (remix intro)
27 Straight Out the Gate (The Scott Stevens remix)
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