Correction Paroles Armed & Dangerous par Evil Ebenezer

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Yeah, I tried to tell you motherf*ckers the first time. You c*cksuckers don’t want war with us. Stompdown Killaz

Verse 1 (Merkules):
You only armed to the teeth when a gun in your mouth
I’m out front of your house (?) your mom on the couch
Make her wonder what the hollerin’ and fussin’ about
If you ain’t home then I’ll make your little brother come out
My OG got more arms than octopuses
I remember when I got that call he caught a bullet
He put my finger on the trigger and he taught me how to pull it
You’ve been rattin’ on the stand my man, I saw the footage
Turn your brains into mom’s spaghetti
You might have a little seizure, Hot N’ Ready
I don’t mean I drive trucks, but I’m haulin’ semis
But I’ma put it in your mouth like (?)
Start givin’ you beats like a nice producer
Pullin’ out the Mac like a white computer
Maneuver your block like I’m drivin’ Uber
I’m in the skies all the time cuz I’m the shooter, motherf*cker

Hook:
Call me Killer Mike, the way I’m runnin’ they jewels
You ain’t whippin’ in the kitchen you a customer (?)
I leave ‘em bloody and bruised just for somethin’ to do
Put your name on a shirt if you f*ck with my crew, yeah
Every lyric that I writes with Krylon
I’m in everybodys top five like I’m Dylon
Left him with one eye, now the guy’s a cyclops
Straps on deck like the Nike High Tops
Armed &amp; dangerous, armed &amp; dangerous
Armed &amp; dangerous, armed &amp; dangerous

Evil Ebenezer verse:
Get shot lookin’ thru the peephole
Where I’m from, we ain’t shootin’ any b-roll
I’m still here, my movie got a sequel
See me doin’ lines off her booty goin’ beastmode
Bullets like baseballs, catch ‘em off set when the beat bout to take off
Masked up in the circle like a séance
Hero in the hood, but I never put a cape on
Load the clip, this is meditation
All my homies locked up in segregation
Even in my bed I got a vest to lay with
Take it on the chin thru the investigation
Never  like a pig, can’t trust a seal
(?) f*ck the P.O
Push by the pound and it reek like B.O
Strap on my waist and it sing like Ne-Yo

Hook:
Armed &amp; dangerous, armed &amp; dangerous
Armed &amp; dangerous, armed &amp; dangerous
Armed &amp; dangerous, armed &amp; dangerous
Armed &amp; dangerous, armed &amp; dangerous
Call me Killer Mike, the way I’m runnin’ they jewels
You ain’t whippin’ in the kitchen you a customer (?)
I leave ‘em bloody and bruised just for somethin’ to do
Put your name on a shirt if you f*ck with my crew, yeah
Every lyric that I writes with Krylon
I’m in everybodys top five like I’m Dylon
Left him with one eye, now the guy’s a cyclops
Straps on deck like the Nike High Tops

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