Music◊Memory - Tombstone lyrics

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Music◊Memory - Tombstone lyrics

Verse Crawling out the abyss, it's the darkest rapper that spits Give me two cents of my mind and I'll promise to make you rich I'll also give you the option to show you just how a b**h Can end up without a coffin, you push her into a ditch f** an Audrmar, I'm the audible, I flip the script, I'm convertible Both of my arms go vertical, p**y, I never heard of you Break any neck, It's forcible, all the attacks are cervical Lyrics are metaphorical, every fiber's corruptible It's sad, I'd rather take my a** to TDE Kick the crown of Kendrick's head and show him how a king would be Push him down a flight of stairs, watch the f**er break his knee 2012, Helsinki Race, 100 meter, Georgi, See? What's an OF, p**y? We AMPC, don't f** with me Ain't no guarantee that concrete bricks won't go on his feet Call your girlfriend up and tell her come and beat this meat Yellow bumblebees in her tummy, that's her honey treat I'm on a level that's higher that 40,000 feet 747's with high-fives to my f**ing feet You below sea-level, claiming you stay elite Everything you doing, I'm doing better, you obsolete And I will never be you, n***a, I know my sh** Got this clever cleaver out just in case if you want to split Look at these rappers, pop the trunk, see if you fit (That's one body, that's two bodies, that's three bodies, that's four) Verse Two f** you doing, dog, I'm trying to k** all these n***as And why they acting phony, my finger ain't on the trigger I'll take you, your whole pack of critters, bags to conceal 'em Put you in front of Anderson Morton, number one kicker My whole roster is k**ers, don't talk about it, be it, n***a So, I can drain your a** faster than momma does the liquor Switch out the blood in your veins for 20 pounds of glitter Blow up your f**ing body, and rea**emble the shards that shimmer My flow is venomous, f** it, it's pseudonymous Bigger than Rick Ross f**ing a hippopotamus It's obvious you losers would watch it all in astonishment Just catch up or no, should I name another condiment? Well then, relish the fact that I'm k**ing the mainstream And you must heard that I'm addicting like morphine May your nays be reasons to clean like Chlorine or Get dipped on like you've been swimming with the marines

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