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deadly sins - doap nixon lyrics

[intro:]
an innocent man becomes a target of insanity as he steps into the crosshairs of a homicidal maniac with a need for revenge. join us for a journey into the dark [?] of a sick and twisted man. join us for a journey into living h-ll.

[verse 1:]
i feel lightning in my fingertips
[?] status, i give a n-gg- his wings b-tch
sleep on me, creep on me
throw heat on me and i’m still gonna eat homie
i’ll bill from la coka nostra
come sideways and we’ll both [?] ya
reef got the toaster, all i gotta do is whistle
and my b-tches will smoke ya
what more can an underground rapper say?
how longer is these rappers gonna shine gay?
first up is ye (kanye), second and third is ye and my sh-t get no play
where i’m from yo the jakes’ll murk ya
act like you know and the fiends’ll jerk ya
three cl-ssics under my belt
i just lost my comrade, i need something to melt

[verse 2:]
you think you big or tupac, you nosferatu
[?] ferragamos, murder, death, kill, ammo
there’s no tomorrow, you won’t see the evening news
rolling [?] goose spend your time like beetlejuice
we the truth, you talking about the cat you hit
vicious as the blackened spears and sleep for half a year
you only bust your gat in air
yeah you killing the clouds, having shootouts with the atmosphere
you the wackest here, unable for my rap to fear
you live fairy tales like gl-ss slippers and magic mirrors
who’s the fairest? speak the language of arabs
sharif terror, send em to the sky like a chair lift
i’m original, never jocking y’all style
i steel a n-gg-, watch him slide like crocodile mile
i’m the wild child style vile since wild style
my guns go boom boom, your guns go pow pow

[hook:]
deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em
i’ll bill and reef, i’m a spray for em
five n-gg-s that’s the best in the game
if the n-gg-s ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em
king mag and paz, i’m a spray for em
five n-gg-s that’s the best in the game
if the n-gg-s ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

[verse 3:]
it’s the heavy metal king, ain’t talking about the group though
cause i’ll beat a gun charge right through the loop hole
still down to shoot though, use em accordingly
they supported me, protected what my music afforded me
disorderly, hold your beef, do them sh-ts grimy
literally down with doap since the mid-90s
that’s right, face cringe from the syringe binge
and friends bend every rule that you made within
aim and spray again, nothing like a window cleaner
talk politics up close [?]
[?] front of your eyes is binoculars
[?] stop [?] the apocalypse to rock with us
if not it’s az about to rock it up
doing open heart surgery on your esophagus
i’m a die profitless like cult leaders
aim -ssault heaters at adult [?] throwing [?]

[verse 4:]
the game of thrones, stick you for your chains and clothes
most rappers will suck d-ck for cocaine and dro
ratchets explode, homie my chrome’ll rape your soul
bring twelve plagues like moses raining toads
f-ck your tongue wanted the blood
hit you in the head with [?] guns
unfortunate ones get tortured and hung
the cult leader homie with the sorcerer’s tongue
heavy metal king influence your daughters and sons
you the topic of the song shook ones from mobb deep
i’m harder than bricks or football on concrete
chilling in deadstock jordans, millions of dead cops
warnings, cos, informants
a hip hop blackie lawless, see more bodies than coroners
unfamiliar aura, peel off shotties at foreigners
grinning with pride, gorillas with militant minds
you win or you die, i’ll empty the clip in your eye

[hook:]
deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em
i’ll bill and reef, i’m a spray for em
five n-gg-s that’s the best in the game
if the n-gg-s ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em
king mag and paz, i’m a spray for em
five n-gg-s that’s the best in the game
if the n-gg-s ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

[verse 5:]
[?] the goat, throw his body in the moat
bucky fifty to windpipe, go for the throat
p-ssy boy [?] rappers better hold rosary close
ain’t too many in my cypher that’s closer than doap
throw the f-ggot in the water, i hope that he float
hope they ready for the slaughter, it’s awfully close
i think he wanna kill himself i offer him rope
my vision is blurry, i’m singing allah through a stroke
boxcutter paz john the baptist
ain’t n-body safe when i bomb you b-st-rds
only thing i think about is lam and gat clips
jordans, grey goose, b-tches, and caskets
i’m an ugly motherf-cker, give me a fat b-tch
a dime is too much work, vinnie is savage
rob a motherf-cker, rip through his -ssets
the 28 v rip through your cabbage

- doap nixon lyrics

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