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t-rex vs cortez - total slaughter lyrics

[t-rex]
you ain’t even hardcore
you don’t even go in the category of hardcore
i can have n-ggas puttin’ hands and feet encore
once we start rappin’ and we clappin’, i got encore
that’s what happens when you put attica against job core
quit rappin’, get you a job cor
i can get you a weak left or a strong right
and this battle is only the weak left
i done k!lled the strong right
i’m tango, i won best in the show at every dog fight
my n-ggas run up in beer cans cause coors light
you ain’t going to k!ll nothing to let nothing die
i ask n-ggas in my hood do they have respect for you , nah
cause you work at the airport only you’ll let nothing fly
i mean you might as well change your last name to lopez
cause when you find him its at least a
bullet that was left in his eye however you want it
the black or the coon got him on his block, like where cortez
is it the earn got him, i’m like yeah [unclear]
gonna get earn, clap, no coffin
they put earn in the uh and he earned that
let him runi got a scope and a red dot
let him think he really got away then let that lead pop
now should i k!ll a game and show him a aim
and give him a headshoti’m aimin’ for his calves
i figure fouri make his legs lock, this n-gga beat me, not at all
you can take this chain but you gon’ die when you got it on
and that, when you playin’ in the sky
like monsterball, i k!ll his whole entire team
you better armor all maybe a shot guni gotta chart off
gage in his shoulder blade his arm will look sword off
and it came with a knife in the front
i took the sword off, his head was laying right in the street
you saw it off my n-ggas ‘bout that action
f-ck that small talk
my k!llas who around without a leash like a dog park
most of these n-ggas suckasi get them hold off
find them laying in the junkyard, like a car part

[cortez]
grown men bras something you gotta deal with
‘cause no matter how big these man b00bs get
rex, they ain’t gon equal up to no real t-ts
come on now you know me
finally i got you and i’m packing sh-t that’s silver n-gga
but i’m snappin’ off the block kickin’ sh-t
like silver n-gga hold on
you the type to rap for the bread to eat
well that’s why you better roll t
but just know there’s 40 hours, so don’t owe t
matter fact bar for bar i’m k!llin’ this sh-t
honestly bar for bar i’m k!llin’ this sh-t
that’s how i feel t
i just open doors and let y’all live, that’s real t
come on all this preachin’ stuff gon’ lead to preachin’ blood
yo math, how does remains in the blood in the tub
i go bleach the tub, matter fact, you come through
all this preachin’ stuff gon’ mean you a stand up n-gga
and since you snitchin’ you gon’ need the crutch
matter fact, my soldiers rome in
i get to cease a cut, i get to squeeze and buck on this virgin
n-gga you ain’t deep enough matter fact like i said
f-ck preachin’ stuff in this preacher blood
i staffed his remains, come through squeeze the blood
matter fact, hold on… [chokes]
d-mn i f-cked that up all the way i can’t believe that sh-t
i ain’t gon choke though, f-ck that i need that sh-t
honestly you look like your dad rex
and the sad you mock him
call your winslow, get it, i seen his daddy coppin’

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