Fatal:
Khadafi's like the lyrical form to Eazy, give me feet and you crucify, like you was Jesus, on a floor spread like diseases... sippin' the Henney, who stay cool and locked in the Semi-Automatic, niggas jumpin' like Acrobatic what's that it... Coruppted, you stuck with no fuckin' bucket to piss in, all you cowards that missin', here's a bitch named glock to block be kissin'... I said it, just like the Midnight moon, from night to afternoon, get cooked up like coke on a spoon... protect yo body from repeated shots from my fuckin' shotty, playin' it down, I'm the row dog Hussein Khadafi... cuttin' ya ear to ear, spinin' these niggas heck yeah, like I'm county bound, whiling from tear to tear... shootin' and evolutin' yo average fear with crave to waste and wait thru the fuckin' state tryin' to come up in this world cause it's money to make... played the rest, forever, you wanted to rap underground, so maybe six feet'll make you rap better...
Chours
Fatal:
What the fuck you think this is?.. hands up, everybody spread 'em, first muthafucka move, dirty berg gotta wet 'em, ain't nobody gettin' out alive if I don't get the amount that I came for and plus a muthafucin' ounce and bounce... since I'm knowin' that type of shit, nobody be knowin', alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin'... I got these thugs and these hotties low and haulin' ass with Daz and money bags in the ass of the shotty showin'... play the hero, I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Picino and Deniro, eliminate thirty muthafuckas to zero, watch me, these streets is black hockey, it's crews in the game, let's never let a cop top me...
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Fatal:
Back to back doin' niggas like this, when I get pissed the hollow points slug script... Thug Life, the type to swallow a rival, I'm a swallow a clip, follow this nozzle of the Mac so I don't miss... much hesitation, not enough retaliation, blame the legislation for puttin me on probation... alligations of facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement, ready for cold war... without we'll maintation, my system ain't station, they ain't for no rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brains shakin'... make a switch form tricks to rich, clips to bricks with slow gents, turn into do' hints... my gats' loaded, devoted, told it to grow quick... you need a life, I'm a type so you can smoke dick... rock a crew daily brake aim, like Makaveli crack brains, like Hussein jackin' planes back to Iserally... do the crack of the ice, I serve just like a seal, new rap without practice, do the kiropract, nervous? chill... shine and spit on, what you got is mid on, sometimes they droppin' thin ons, you got plot and lit on... glock fire, plot holes in your attire, before this ricoshade, be a clisha devils desire...
