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we wore our thug costume for halloween - mo-b & onlyone lyrics

[verse 1: jon the baptist]
hold up, wait a minute, stop the d*mn press
you better shut your f*cking rap before you catch my interest
or i’ll be forced to use the force to put your skull to my fist
you don’t want that slap box with this kodiak b*tch
because i’ll crush you with my palms until your bones drip through your flesh
then i’ll swallow you whole till then you slowly digest
i’ll punch your front and ass, superman directly in the s
just to watch his life essence slip out his chest
i’m a nice guy, i’ll give you a teflon vest
then pulled out the piece of pot, pointed your head
and i’m not […], you’re just cute when you’re dead
you’re just another wack mc who let it go to his head
and now my friend, your career’s at an end
because i’m sick of your b*tches claiming you’re men
i’m rolled up on your block and i’ll jack your f*cking benz
and it’s not because i hate you, it’s because i’m mexican

[chorus: onlyone]
you thinking you gon’ talk sh*t, ain’t ya?
talking to talk, why don’t you walk it like a gangster?
cause you get laid down, we c*ck it and we bang it
x2

[verse 2: mo*b]
[…] wanna turn the peeps into beastie boys
but we stay in the streets till police deploys
mo*b missile prototype, i am white noise
bringing cures to you toys, more disease than typhoid
you’re a bad choice like the rotc
i’ma skip the draft and jump straight into the league
put a hit on your team, my temple’s john chaney
do it for the kids of america, eat this baby
white america, i’m a freudian slip
with a black hoodie on, ready to run up in cribs
with a black sidearm, ready to empty the clip
yo, my pops escaped saigon, but he never left the trench
sandpeeps is in your deck, more heat than gunplay
sharpest tool in bloodshed, now my box cut a gut ache
a piece of the paint, yo, you’re drawn to the block
become the newest addition to my gallery of chalk
[chorus: onlyone]
you’re thinking you’re gonna talk sh*t, ain’t ya?
talking the talk, why don’t you walk it like a gangster?
cause you get laid down, we c*ck it and we bang it
you’re thinking you’re gonna talk sh*t, ain’t ya?
talking the talk, why don’t you walk it like a gangster?
cause you get laid down, we c*ck it and we bang it

[verse 3: onlyone]
i’ll ignite these gun clappers, a round of applause
you sucking d*ck, the rap industry is down with they drawers
with beats that got your head going up and down as it bobs
this sh*t i clown on you cause, from the sound of it dawg
you swallowing enough nut down with pounds of it large
you probably could conceive a baby going down on your broad
i’ll have ten motherf*ckers, put you down like a dog
hacking ground you a raw, snapping howling at your mom
compare me to john, call me baptist from now on
saving souls of motherf*ckers when i drown and forgot
in the infirmary soon, you’re the king of the emergency room
after this song, the nurse gotta crown you a god
bouncing a squat, an ounce of it, nah
a ton and a blunt, now you lounging with rob
see you’re c*cky with your gag, but i’m c*cky on this track
and i wouldn’t stop it even if you shot me for this rap
[chorus: onlyone]
you’re thinking you’re gonna talk sh*t, ain’t ya?
talking the talk, why don’t you walk it like a gangster?
cause you get laid down, we c*ck it and we bang it
you’re thinking you’re gonna talk sh*t, ain’t ya?
talking the talk, why don’t you walk it like a gangster?
cause you get laid down, we c*ck it and we bang it

- mo b onlyone lyrics

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