Grand Daddy I.U. - Blast A New Asshole lyrics

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Grand Daddy I.U. - Blast A New Asshole lyrics

(feat. Big Snow, Kid Capri, Taheim) [Verse 1: Grand Daddy I.U.] Yo, I'm terrorizin the slums Beatin n***az like drums for large sums As five-o comes, I fill they a** full of dum-dums So play the rear or get blown back The U's a stone mack, I'm burnin your chest like cognac I feel no remorse, the boss is blood-thirsty Laughin while you punk n***az beggin for mercy Don't even waste your breath, just face your d**h I k** off crews with no clues or traces left All you find left behind is a d**h sign And 12 dead n***az hit up from the Tec-9 My brain is diseased with tendencies of homicide Last punk who tried to bring the drama, his mama died I got a plan to k** the motherf**ing pope And send his body parts back to God in an envelope n***az say when you sin you got to pay But I don't give a f**, cause I'm goin to hell anyway Wet sh** like Machine Gun Kelly I blow a n***a guts straight out his motherf**ing belly As I carry the hit out, watch the Tec spit out 2 in your f**ing chest, blowin your whole sh** out The one in your head tearin your brain out the case At point blank range rippin the veins out your face I laugh and leave your a** layin dead With big-a** chunks of meat hangin out your motherf**ing head Punk [CHORUS] There's no time to waste Gotta go, get the cash flow b**h n***az f** around Make me blast a new a**hole [Verse 2: Big Snow] Yo, take all caution, cause Big Snow's known for extortion I take what I want, and what I want is large portions So cough up your money and your j**els Your shirt and your shoes, punk motherf**er, you know the rules I take mine at just one glance at the waistline n***az be wishin they heard my name through the grapevine Face to face, hesitation is unknown Once spotted, you're lookin down the barrel of my chrome (Yo Snow, leave that alone) n***a please Cause if a n***a sneeze I'm blowin his a** into smithereens No time for talk or walkin around Lay that a** on the ground Cause that's the way it's goin down Cause in this day and age a n***a gotta pay his dues God bless the fools if a n***a refuse Cause I chose either life or d**h And even Jesus Christ paid the price cause ain't no disciples left No exception, protection's the way No discrimination, cause even mama duke got to pay I'm playin you for keeps, so we will live in a torture Will cost ya, from Big Snow, the Steady Flow enforcer [CHORUS] [Verse 3: Kid Capri] Ease off, you b**h n***az, please get off my back It's the number one Kid, Tape Master mack And b**h n***az that step up, they gettin wet up Head up, I'm fed up with the fake n***a set-up It's easy to die, f** around and you will Quicker that you ever thought you would, for real I come thick like a shake, b**h, don't forget Step to n***az real quick, cause I ain't scared of sh** So test this, I leave your f**ing face a mess, it's (? ) and I tickle her breastes A five day blow-out all up her a** She'll be missin for a while cause that a** wouldn't last To beat her punk man up, so bad he couldn't stand up I woulda did it sooner, but he ran when I ran up I'm stompin through the '90s with my 94 Timbs Rollin in a Benz with the chrome-dipped rims And n***az wanna talk sh**, f** the whole congregation I'm number one, so there's no need for aggravation Let it be known, Kid Capri is on Tell a friend on your motherf**ing telephone [CHORUS] [Verse 4: Taheim] I put rappers into trauma from my microphone drama I'm new on the block, but got the sk** of an oldtimer My posse deep, n***az sleep and catch mad rounds Homicide call my crew the Black Bloodhounds The wick-wack step back or catch a mack slap Tryin my hands, p**y cat get your skull cracked I never fronted, never stunted, never will, paw I rip rhymes so f**ing bad they made a mic law But what the f**, I'm still buckin diesel like a truck I'm slidin skins across my sheets just like a hockey puck So wanna-be-me's try to see me, but I'm too outrageous On the d-l, sh** I do be makin frontpages The black sheep, I'm in deep like it's a life thing Cause since I was born, goddammit, I was ghetto-trained Matter of fact, check this track and tell me what you found Big Taheim is beatin p**y motherf**ers down

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