Correction Paroles Hell on Earth (Freestyle) par Mobb Deep

Featuring(s) : Freestyle

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(Verse)
I’ll snap your arm in a pretzel and jack on your car rental
And stab you in the back if I could with a sharp pencil
Honey you aren’t special, just the forth ass I’m hittin’
I’ll pour gas on your Civic and force your ass in it
No more sh*t is said I’m done, I hate people
My brain’s lethal, inject ‘roids with eight needles
sh*t ain’t legal but just one spark to the diesel and I’m catching on fire like the Notre Dame cathedral
My sh*t is raw like steak with lesser sauce
p*ssing off my dentist because I never floss
Cutting off this chicks arm and taping it near my balls so every time that I walk she’ll be jacking me off
I’m colder than Jack Frost holding a hacksaw
I’m mad dog, ‘bout to attack with my f**king mask off
Scary like tax laws, bury a Sasquatch
I’ll go quarterback on these fags like Terry Bradshaw
I don’t function on my own when I’m drunk and all alone
If that baby keeps on crying I’m a punch it in it’s throat
Got a dysfunctional home, that’s something you don’t know
Pumping these drugs in my veins ‘till my arms explode
I’ll f**king hold an M-80 right up inside your ass crack
With a gun in my left hand wearing a f**king black mask
Criticizing me? thinking I got some wack raps?
I’ll go in the back, grab a knife and f**king backstab your ass
Punk b*t*h talk about some backlash
You just got your ass handed to you
(In a trash bag)
Add up my numbers and see if you pass math class
If you happened to fail that you’re a jackass
Killer on the loose smashing through your window
Shattering all the glass in the back with a black pistol
A savage individual rapping it’s that simple
I’ll take a f**king nap in the back of your dad’s limo
If I just make the sound of a whistle you come on over
Or I’m a blade your ass to the grass like a lawn mower
A pot smoker, homosexual pawn broker
This f**king girl is scared to look at me like I’m a choke her
Well guess what? you guessed right
I’m single now creeping down to Kendall’s house
Just to f**k her like an ex-wife
f**k your advice you f**king transvestite
Flash my d**k out my car when you stuck at a red light
Psychopath ready to come and slice your ass
Might come back and just rub a child’s ass like I’m Michael Jack-son
Forget the past I’ll just go and take a nap
Sweating out my ass I got a diaper rash
Sike, that’s for a laugh, wasn’t true I take it back
Ain’t nobody f**king with somebody with a sweaty ass

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