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stomp (remix) - packfm lyrics

[intro] [bad seed talking]:
yeah. it’s your boy bad seed man. yo my man packfm called me on the phone said, “yo, i need you to come through, drop these eight bars, spit on these n-ggas man, stomp these n-ggas the f-ck out man. bad seed in the motherf-ckin’ building man, i just came in the motherf-ckin’ building, i gave tone, i gave my n-gga packfm a pound, i said “what’s good?”, cats and all that good sh-t. now i’m in the motherf-ckin’ mic booth it’s crazy! sup-er!

[verse one: bad seed]
you had a good run but you got a problem today
you look tough, but shiiiit, n-gga karamo was g-y
and i’m a botty bwoy k!lla so i’m armed with a k
“bang bang on them n-ggas”, that’s what my momma would say
bad seed, you already know
front, and the tec will blow
middle finger icey like i finger pop eskimos
and i stretch an o, shoot the five, stress a ho
i love beef it go good with you vegetables

[session]
you a b-tch dawg, ya e-mail broke
that’s not true, it’s your man, not you, he sell c0ke
you stay at home making sure your e-mails wrote
dawg, i can see your p-ssy like a female goat
boo!
b-tch -ss n-gga, through the speaker you flinch
my moms your grandma kid, your cheeks will get pinched
session, will make you feel like you got knocked with a brick
rock timbo’s on my hands, get stomped with my fists

[copywrite]
i f-ck chicks with little frames
who don’t know my first, last or middle name
little strange, she’s mumbling “copywrite” while she’s givin’ brain
kane kicked her out, said “?” go get his gang
she don’t know we mash out posses for a lil’ fame
a little chain a cross for me
you got gingivitis though, when you floss you bleed
should have been at your dentist before trying to talk to me
cause talk is cheap and you ain’t got blue cross to speak
so stop your speech you got capisci?

[hook] [poison pen]
you get stomped
beef or no beef i’m hittin’ his jaw
make sure his t–th litter the floor
you get stomped
it’s penny pen pen
cee got the twenty twen twen
i got the henny hen hen
stop starin’ you won’t go there
when we face to face you eyein’ your shoestrings
you get stomped
? around these n-ggas
left hook, right hook, merry-go-round these n-ggas

[verse two] [arch rival]
i’m an animal when this beats on
shut it off when the beefs on
like mecca gettin’ my beast on
trample you with cleats on
violence will erupt if you’re daily holdin’ a grudge
i’ll stomp your face till they have to wipe you off the ground with a sponge
i’m arch rival
nice guy, simply the best
but if the crowd disrespects i lose it like ron artest
and if you gotta die i’ll do the honors
but before that you gettin’ fried just to prove bloods thicker than water

[sean price]
ayo this super size slug sender
sat-rday night special shooter
who sips sizzurp and burp buddah
this amateur night, n-ggas get boo’d
the sandman comes out
tap dance with the tool like blam blam
sean’s the best
motherf-ckers under arrest
biting the flow
handcuffs, gun and a vest
f-ck around i’ll puncture the lungs in ya chest
just blast the chump
he ain’t breathing, where’s the asthma pump?
f-ck around, i’ll eat your food like i ain’t had no lunch
somalian speech
ethiopian flies on my cheek
n0body raps real, in your realness raps
is a bunch of bullsh-t
how real is that?
feel this gat
pressed on the side of your neck
boot camp, show the size of respect
motherf-cker

[packfm]
this the sh-t they play when i’m about to
stomp the sh-t out ya
body parts in garbage cans, oscar the grouch ya
i’m back with the outlaws, walkin’ like some simians
and in the end, the whole room lookin like some indians
red dots everywhere, nothing you can say or do
play me like an x-box, i’ll leave you with a halo too/halo 2
put mileage on your s. dots, i’m waiting n-gga, make a move
you talkin sl!ck? i guess not, you take his kicks, i’ll take his jewels
n-ggas f-g scented when they rap about things
i’ll punch a n-gga in his face, you tryin to c-ck back and swing
tryin to slap box? stop that, we no practicing
i took my jacket off to fight, you puttin on vaseline?
my scruples is screwed up, ain’t no stoppin the fight
i ain’t know left from wrong, grew up without the option of right
don’t get stopped at the light
we’ll set it off for no reason
the body count will send csi into extra seasons
stomp

- packfm lyrics

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