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were corruptin fake bitch’s who got loose stich’s in the hood
leavin them with twitch’s and there words misunderstood
Brook and Dom be on this like a ghost train outa hell
Leavin hook’s and songs beyond shit goin intergalicitc outa world’s
Blastin ya like turrets leavin scars deep like secret bunkers
Maskin ya with gun hits for just peepin at these hunters
Dominion
Intro
i'm deadly call me lil john so i'm the King of Cruck
i'm like the mafia leave you peepin thu rings of trucks
flow hit the stomache so hard lieve you with pains then hunch
your fightin the muslim of bomdin i die for money gain then punch
i'll pass over you like the people in the 50s whats your name no lunch
my style is wild does your mom lick then quief
cause from what i seen girls can't be trusted with pictures like click then beef
weather they see me pissed still guns will knock, heads dropped
like fucken all night your goin to get hit like when the bed stopped
your raw skills like blacks on time
its a writen law you lack on rythems
means you fight with dikes for gay rights
your best day is homo bar loven to stay nights
i'm the floless killer like a jason movie thiller i'll pill her like a bookie
did you think Dominion lacks the punch i'll eat rookies like cookies
bloody they nose like water from hose
who blows O no you should go before B makes your face hit thu floo we collect hoes
who wants to crash the crews class with who bastard we'll basket you
fast with who mastered it boo like son goko lets go be cool the sky blue
get blowed like indains and peace pipes i'll piece apart your life
cause the price is right like free sluts i'll cut with a knife
(-) one member leave her figuar like a KKK beat *****
cause the teeth match banana color she was thinkin i loved her before i pull the trigga
did i bring that cool feelin down your bent spine
you better not step to Illest On Mic before you rent lines
cops locked the legend away not before the Mafia left the dent in time
cause the way we run shit leave Aphyna spent with no rythem
cause she spits pre writin punchlines then cried when got ripped by mine
hook by flex
were corruptin fake bitch’s who got loose stich’s in the hood
leavin them with twitch’s and there words misunderstood
Brook and Dom be on this like a ghost train outa hell
Leavin hook’s and songs beyond shit goin intergalicitc outa world’s
Blastin ya like turrets leavin scars deep like secret bunkers
Maskin ya with gun hits for just peepin at these hunters
Brooklyn Intro
"we drop rhymes ... we rock dimes ... and dissin while we sniff lots of lines"
da Illest On Mics for ya
"we crop spines ... we cock nines ... and listen to yall bitch fucks wine"
we da Lyrical Mafia
u get Brooklyn on ya-spit rage-for-get-it...u bet we'll start cookin you faggits
u step lookin?gun-ships u to a grave-for-vets-shit...regret that u have spoken to bandits
boards?we ran-this , whores?we banged-this , we blood huntin borgs?hey!if da fang-fits
us muggin druglords is why any gangs-split,us runnin thug motors is why deadly hands-shift
Illest On Mics call-n-ask-em they standin-stiff ,the realest son hype is coll-a-bin lendin-fists
sendin-this mixed vexin-n-diss to any section-that-missed-it or mix-shit when B first-said-it
from a crew that insists on rebuildin texted spits to da Mafia who always bursed-n-bled-hits
sound from LM searched-n-fed-up-of-pricks , found them and prefered-feds-up-are-tricks
beds-filled with-ass's-n-tits , head-spilled-whithout-ask-in-n-shit ,
(Dom : "What Happened B?)All I said was sup u feel BIG?n-she-graspin-my-dick
grass-n-gin-fo-my-click is all I requested back for participatin-in-this-collabo
and front seets to a Dom and Brook decapation of yo-wrists-skull-n-elbow
ah common bitch-fo-real-though , we wiggle ya round like yo-dil-do
D and B bringin shifts-n-sureal-flow , yo cats aint got hotness...*tisk*GO-GRILL-MO
hook by flex
were corruptin fake bitch’s who got loose stich’s in the hood
leavin them with twitch’s and there words misunderstood
Brook and Dom be on this like a ghost train outa hell
Leavin hook’s and songs beyond shit goin intergalicitc outa world’s
Blastin ya like turrets leavin scars deep like secret bunkers
Maskin ya with gun hits for just peepin at these hunters
Joe Creeps
Yellow Teeth u know'em shits needs to be Bleeched//
If U need to be teached look no further, see I’m not a creep//
Since ur youth u should have been taught to brush every tooth one by one//
for $3 u could of bothered and bought some paste hell I’ll show u It can be fun/
take some paste place it on the brush face it mouth and brush back n forth//
don’t swallow,(I its gonna be hard) even if it taste...yummy don’t be a dummy
hook by flex
were corruptin fake bitch’s who got loose stich’s in the hood
leavin them with twitch’s and there words misunderstood
Brook and Dom be on this like a ghost train outa hell
Leavin hook’s and songs beyond shit goin intergalicitc outa world’s
Blastin ya like turrets leavin scars deep like secret bunkers
Maskin ya with gun hits for just peepin at these hunters
Nawlage003
A-yo
i hate how bitches make wishes , but they ain't fit for them/
then you got big bitches buying cloths that ain't fitting them/
the worlds sick enough, of hoe that look ridiculous/
denying that fact that they hoes but yet then on my dick and nuts
hook by flex
were corruptin fake bitch’s who got loose stich’s in the hood
leavin them with twitch’s and there words misunderstood
Brook and Dom be on this like a ghost train outa hell
Leavin hook’s and songs beyond shit goin intergalicitc outa world’s
Blastin ya like turrets leavin scars deep like secret bunkers
Maskin ya with gun hits for just peepin at these hunters
Not attackin anyone in this song
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