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Styles P( David Styles )
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Kill That Faggot
Live shit, The Ghost All the weed smoke bustin my lungs Im in the whip, with the 8 dollar bottle only trustin my gun You would think I was born in the pot, the way my blood boil Put ya brain in the dirt, and call it thug soil Flow till ya sick of me, waddup So if ya Catholic get ya Rosary, Muslims get ya thicker beads(?) Yeah thats a real thug, I like to pray when Im high, the weed is my shek(?), the blunt is my prayer rug P aint got a religion, Yeah I believe in God, but Im harder than the cops in the prison And Im glad that the L.O.X. made it Im in the parkin lot, gun on my waist while I get intoxicated You would be surprised all the drugs that I operated We come through ya block, we got beef you cooperatin Ghost cuz Im outta this world And I dont play, I blow the large intestine right outta ya girl, what x2 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot (what?), kill that faggot (what?), kill that faggot (what?), kill that faggot (what?) The Ghost got telepathy Shine in the darkside, disappear in the light, yall want the recipe You think Im sleepin Dog this is Styles, if Im lookin in the sky im tryin to find a cloud to creep in Come back when it rain again You could get my drift on, understand my science then Ima spit the pain again You cant sing wit angels, you chat wit a demon Im as loud as the gat that Im squeezing, adapt for the heathens Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Told you Im the lord of the slums Flow is water, words is fire, I order the guns It aint nothing like the comin of Christ You wanna roll and Ima leave a hole you aint numbin with ice Yeah Im a soldier dog Fuck around with Styles, youll never get a colder war, guaranteed Im foldin yall Yeah Ima tell you my name You wouldnt understand, its so deep that Ima tell you my game, what x2 I wanna kill the world and bouncin is my remedy P will go to war if I aint got a ounce of energy Die for my ace goons, live for the younger me You could look in my eyes and see where the hunger be Blood, sweat, and tears been dropped, dip ya bowl in it But what make this shit bad, I put my soul in it Fuck you fuck them Yall aint got honor, respect the customs Niggas dont want me to flip, I dont stand still Been made my decision, how I was livin A couple years ago when I learned how a few grand feel Its my time to grind, my turn to burn So Im askin where the matches at, and if you cant answer that Then answer this, where the FUCK you want P to put the casket at? What, mothafuckas x4
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