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Blood Bath

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Blood Bath

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Damn, is that bootleg

Damn, i could've swore i just saw backstabber

Damn, i gotta leave that shit alone

[shoestring]

It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and

Break

Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your

Wake

Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no dividends

Niggers get they shit blew up, so motherfucker best a friend

Killin his so-so block, or straight up pull out his glock

He's been shot, took his knot

Left him in the parking lot

No mercy on the enemy, the bitches are ridin on flat fours

Bullet holes in they doors, squeeze that shit that blows them

Foes

Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back

Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this

Strap

Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it

Searchin for some static, its automatic bitch you hope you found

It

He's been grouded six feet deep

Where he stood is wear he sleep

My hustle been lackin them grams

And ain't no worker for me gone play me cheap

We play for keeps you strike the street bitch with your head

Missing

When we was ballin, you was fallin headed for the kitchen

With sticky fingers, now the singers for the f-e-d

Won't do they time, but do they crime and lick these bitches

Feet

That boy's a pussy, but a bitch wanna play that gangsta roll

Snitchin on players, got to save us when they pockets swoll

Fuckin with the game, you be on crack with your brain

Tellin on your man, but you slip sometimes and fuckin change

Rollin on they side, in a g-ride while these niggaz slippin

Dumpin their bodies like john gotti now they mother's trippin

Hadn't been no snitch, you rottin ass bitch

Good enough to raise your child

Quick fakin wild, cause the aftermath is also foul

Cut you in half, murder your staff sit back and laugh

Cause down on dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath

Chorus: repeat 8x

Down on dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath

[bootleg]

I got more style than prison's got bricks (ain't that some shit)

My everyday is a mafia flick (let me make this quick)

I fuck more groupies than rockin roll singers (better ask my

Click)

Laughin like laughin hyena when killin (rippin up your shit)

Stretchin these niggas like caine when cut (strap on your nuts)

My dick is fatter than silicone butts (better ask your sluts)

I'm out for murder like niggers on bond (pullin out yo guts)

I be bootleggin like i was the don (cross me get fucked)

Treating you with stitches like doctors in clinics

(but i'm not your nurse)

Fuckin with this style ira dorsey invented (like this and first)

I'm stackin franklin's like tellers in banks (and to make shit

Worse)

I keep my pistols like brothers keep drinks

(here to quench your thirst)

I'm schoolin niggaz like teachers and tutors (don't be late for

Class)

My aim is straighter than state shooter (aiming at that ass)

I throw more blows than hookers on strips (don't drop that pass)

I'm intercepting with dances and flip (break fools like glass)

I'm so damn cold that i'm freezing the stage (hang up your coat)

I'm small but deadly like hand grenades (shoved down your

Throat)

I'm keepin niggers in line like feds (nuts hang like ropes)

I killed more honkies than oj than slayed (in l.a. keep)

Smokin more bud than jamaicans can roll (nigger pass that cess)

You like a leach on my dick so let go (before i snap yo neck)

I'm not steve walker though families still matter

(better check yo hoe)

Your roll is slow my bankroll is much fatter (gotta make some

More)

I killed more niggaz than deadly diseases (their ain't no cure)

I prophesize like muhammad or jesus (pump pump no more)

I'm stabbin bitches like niggas with life (don't cross my staff)

Cause if you do reaper's takin your life

Blood bath on dayton ave

Chorus

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