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Spaghetti Blacc - sold out food

from the romance of business by GNATS

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I'm the mofuckin juggernaut
On drugs
Cutting the jugular
Thugs think they can juggle dubs
Be ready to rumble
Cuz be down to the law of the jungle:
Fuck yo shit
You reserve the right to get pummeled and dumped on
Rummaging through raw rubble
With blood on my hands
Searching through my inner thoughts
For a damn master plan
She said "you don't mean that"
Could have the whole rap game took
Back
We some crooks
Wit crooked bats
And coon skin caps
Like my ace boon platoon
Stand to spit raps
But if u down for bitch shit
We don't understand that
We up in yo business
You claustrophobic Like quicksand
Done penetrated yo pimpin
Clear out yo ears n listen man
Rippin bone off the gristle
when I wrestle
Get out yo utensil
For this lesson:
I don't wanna hear shit,
Tell it to my smiff n wessun

Aliens trip into the darkness
And be up to no good
When u went spaghetti blacc
U was Sold out food
When u signed ya self
Fooled some mortals
But them true ones knew
Schooled ya quick
Dust the sauce up off this rusty bitch kicks
Nobody bit this nigga
But he straight got ate
Made him wrap his mouth round the nine
And so goes his fate
I reloaded plus potioned up
And be waiting at his wake
No options on the board
More heads for the morgue
More brains for storm
And we worship the war
Good lord gas to the floor
I gotta settle the score
And I'm stinkin while I'm drinkin
Till my cup overflow
I've got nowhere to go
But on the chase for some dough
Someone's gotta make a living
But everyone must die
Truthfully yo I been set up
In my booth in disguise
Foaming from my lips with hatred
Time to take to the skies
His soul uncanny
Behind himself with anger
Into every cell nook and cranny
Crammed a one man gangbanger
Quit invading my thoughts
Suggestive voices
Pump yo breaks yo like a tip on the plot

I'm a piece of meat
Hangin in there jus swayin in the breeze
Over flames steady creepin
Bout to crawl up on my knees
I'm heating up like a cross
Ain't u bigger than that?
I'm x'ed out like a boss
Rollin like 10 niggas that fat
I'm making brains go splat
They drippin down from the ceiling
Revealing murderous teachings
Consealing unheard of squealing
Hunger strike like lightning
Dumb bitch break like bread
Deafened from the beats
The beast step in ya head

The 3rd world war
Is going down in New York
Cops out here lynching niggas
New klan
comin with pitchforks

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from the romance of business, released January 1, 2014

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