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(feat. Rubbabandz) [Phone rings] [P.R. Terrorist] Pick up the motherfuckin' phone nigga, damn, this nigga outta here 'Bandz, pick up the motherfuckin' phone nigga [Rubbabandz (P.R. Terrorist)] Yo what the? fuck man, damn Who the fuck is this man? fuck man? What the fuck? Aiyo, I got problems and nobody can solve 'em Release my stress through poetry, hardly resolvin' Negativity revolve around me like like my shadow knock it off it's rotational axle Watch the sparrow comin' like arrow, he had his back to the barrel And left home without his bullet proof aparell The moment I been waitin' for, these hollow tips to touch his bone marrow Rapper's explode the travel, wouldn't live to tattle (Yeah, yo) Leave 'em leakin on the gravel but the gun jammed and he coulda out-ran a herd of cattle (Yo) [P.R. Terrorist] SongtexteYo, call me the unforgiven, rock a blue ribbon Bring out the best, I'm nasty on the mic like incest Open your chest like supressants This adolescent, manifestant, depression return you to the essence Parental discression is advised , when I improvise Those who try to survive seldom die Familes cry and they wonder why Death is spontaneous like combustion Lyrics I'm bustin' like shots to your knot with no discussion Blood rushin' through your veins of the same brain I'm numb in the brain from snortin' lines of cocaine cocaine, cocaine.. Aus Songtexte Mania