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taste the blade - contraband (duo) lyrics

taste the blade, see what you’re made of
what you’re afraid of a slice in your face
so you could get a taste of my rusty ass buck knife
ayo, f*ck knives
[?] that fully automatic [?] tec about to end lives

take a hit quick, before i split
with a sticky sh*t, i ain’t never gonna quit
i’m all lit and i come equipped with the sks with the high cap [?]
if you ain’t, you against it, so let’s wreck sh*t
‘cuz i’m, bloodthirsty, showing no mercy
24 [?] jersey
and [?] can’t hurt me, suicide, [?] murky
watery graves where you end up b*tch you can’t be said about
yeah, a real tough man with a gun in your mouth
‘cuz i’m a hateful son of a b*tch
black, white, i don’t carе which cuz [?] to k!ll
take another [?] back to go get [?] feel
you should’vе kept your mouth shut
you just act up, cross the line, this time you’re gonna cut

i got away with words, like a thief
i’m rolling deep in the stolen jeep
smoking the [?] committing for
slapping b*tches duffing hers
this one is measured in tons of fun with my guns
you better run cuz i’m a psycho
that’s right, yo
‘cuz your tears are not my problem
i manipulate their fears after i tie em up and rob em
these nasty hoes who want to give away they heart
their words will bring us closer but their legs will stay apart
c*nt b*tches got s*m*n in they m*ff hair
i’m the scumbag cheating, not you
this is unfair, yo, i don’t care anymore
your b*tch got a cold sore
and you say you’re a pimp, you walk with a limp
don’t step to me cuz i’ll k!ll you for weed
nd light your body on fire, i’m a k!ller for higher
i’mma k!ll till i retire, i’m still going
no sign of rest, until i say so
you better walk away yo
i’m a drug fiend but don’t call me a junkie
your girl wants to suck me, consider you lucky
cuz i think she’s ugly, but i might do it out of spite
she’s a horse face but it’s all aight
i take a long hard look to see what i done
it’s all this motherf*cking blood and death, because of a gun
and when it comes that time, you gotta go get some
you better squeeze that f*cking trigger until you empty the drum
hear them f*cking screams, watch them b*tches die
feed the need for the murder disease

anyway, they say i got a problem
i tell everyone quit b*tching and still get in my hits in
you’re risking my high, so now you must die
i’ll hang you at the school so the kids can wave hi
i’m getting aggravated so i’m gonna take it out on you
you’re the closest person to me so your future’s looking gloomy
got that 223, that’s why f*ckers are afraid of me
got that 762, tell me what you gonna do
bl**dy scene ever when i’m ripping through your leather coat
i’ll dump you in the [?] river just to watch your body float
would have brought you to the middle, i ain’t got a f*cking boat
so i bagged you up tight, tied your limbs up with a rope
might sound bad when i say i want to stab a motherf*cker to death
cut their heart up out their chest
motherf*ckers grab a vest when i come through but that vest
can’t protect your neck, now you’re done son, and 1

- contraband duo lyrics

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