danger zone mc muhammad cover - mc muhammad - dj mac 10 maske lyrics
[verse 1:]
the microphone is through when this rap legend grab it
sendin poems to have them f-ggots diggin hoes like reverand swaggart
l’s the n-gga that crime follows
i’m hittin’ fine models and stabbin’ punks with broken wine bottles
i beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like bread sticks
i s-x chicks, i’ll even f-ck a dead b-tch
always sprayin tecs, because i be stayin vexed
some n-gga named dex, was in the projects layin threats
i jumped out the lincoln, left him stinkin
put his brains in the street
now you can see what he was just thinkin
i’m chokin enemies til they start turnin pale
satan said i’m learnin well, big l’s gonna burn in h-ll
front and get scarred cause your rap style ain’t even hard
i run with a thievin’ squad, and none of us believe in god
[verse 2:]
i got styles you can’t copy b-tch, it’s the triple six
in the mix, straight from h-e-double-hockey sticks
every sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray
f-ck carlito, we doin’ sh-t the devil son’s way
every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man
won’t hit a girl well i ain’t real cause i beat b-tches up
i use words that’s ill, l got nerves of steel
i’m cool, but every now and then i get a urge to k!ll
i’m takin lives for a great price, i’m the type
to snap in heaven with a mac-11 and rape christ
and i’m fast to put a cap in a f-g chest
the big l’s mad stressed, cause h-ll is my address
i’m on some satanic sh-t, strictly, little kids
be wakin up cryin, yellin, “mommy big l is comin to get me!”
[verse 3:]
i keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin up
“can i get your autograph l?” no b-tch, i’m off duty
i’m breakin hottie hearts, n-ggas drop when my shotty sparks
it ain’t no food in my fridge; just body parts
i keep the gear fresh, i keep the braids rugged
i never wear rubbers b-tch, if i get aids, f-ck it!
a beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minute
i’ll jump out a tinted rented, and leave a n-gga body dented
and my swoll kn-b your main girl cold slobbed
and gave a bl-w j-b to my whole mob, with no prob’
aiyyo crazy b-tches slept with l
then they n-ggas got mad and tried to step to l
but i’m sicker than a n-gga that’s in special ed
so i suggest you spread pretzelhead
‘fore i turn your white sweatsuit red
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