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bang - buddha monk lyrics

[intro: q-plex (lee-major)]
what you had to tell me sir? (the final conflict, what ya’ll)

[hook: lee-major]
bang, come on, bang, come on, bang, uh
come on, bang, come on, bang

[chorus 2x: lee-major]
we bang bang razor blade, double edge
in and out of this world, we full fledged to break bread
shake faith, for the lock on the pearl gate
sn-tch mc’s up and k!ll ’em all at camp crystal lake

[q-plex]
yo, sick like those hillside stranglers, more ripping than jack
got dead fouls by the stacks, tormented
just a little, paint cats and rip up a little produce
giving motherf-ckas a bad case of wet noodle
in smaller terms, i’m lethal like hiv germs
bringing sudden pain like child bearing
straight decapitation like conan the barbarian
so whose however come and don’t be afraid of them
because who send them, to begin them, rip out them heart and f-ck it

[babyface fensta]
mail it home then, mail it home then
get off my d-ck, you get me sick
your abc rhymes, ain’t worth sh-t
you better come equipped, like slaves get whipped
ya’ll n-ggas l!ck cl-t, our style, you bit
i flip my whip, you sound like big, you sound like jig
ain’t no half steppin’, ask kane
if 2pac was alive, he’d slap the sh-t out lil’ zane
yo what’s crackin’, i’m living, can’t complain
maintain the fort, teach the seeds, don’t eat pork
yo, i fork you up, n-gga

[hook]

[chorus 2x]

[babyface fensta]
yo, cuz, they style is wack, i talk with slack
punani dani, rag your p-ssy, dem dont want test
the sharpshooters, from 90’s, yo q, c-ck that n-gga out
i put my gun his mouth (nah, don’t clap him, i think i wanna slap him)
make that cat buckle, be easy, i don’t wanna bruise my knuckles
bet my timbs get scuffed in the scuffle
verbal joust, i house ya mic, duke, f-ck them players
the ultimate hater, defender, drop smart bombs
ring the alarm, it’s red dawn, no calm before the storm
m-ss murder, summer of sam, red rum

[q-plex]
chameleon like tarzan, mad like cobra
crush more heads than that n-gga sgt. slaughter
bout to run you over like a defensive lineman
best believe i get accurate, seen in perfect timing
i’m a diamond in the rough, always ready to scruff
where that n-gga that think he tough, step up and get snuffed
and then bag that b-tch stuff, you think you ready?
come make me rock steady, i’m a b-bop that -ss
until you dead and buried, must be in a hurry
to meet ya maker, and i’m be the one who send ya
much bigger than antic-p-ted, it ain’t my fault
sn-tch your chest and tap a bomb

[hook]

[chorus 2x]

[hook]

- buddha monk lyrics

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