Snakeninja - Page 33

I rebuke you in the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost.

What up fam? I'm here on a more personal level. I say we take this peace pipe, fire up the end and let's roll out.

Elevate your soul with a piece of the earth.
Get rid of all the stress inside before you get someone hurt.
Take a hit of the weed, if you think that you can. Now hold it in homie, hold it, hold it... Damn. I love the sound of virgin lungs right before they bust. So if you want to come and smoke, See More peace pipe with. Let me take you to a level where you ain't been yet. Come and step in to circle and let's all get wrecked.

Until we meet again, I'll guess see you. Take it easy. So long homie. Nice smokin' with you... keep it peaceful. My journey ain't over yet ya'll someone in this bitch about to get me High.

One time open your mind body and soul and let yourself be possessed by the indo smoke. Write down your problems, roll them up and let's burn them away. Ain't no reason to be chillin' all sad and gray. Acting like a lost pup, teary eyed and stuff. Look every time I pass the blunt you fûcked the rotation up. Let's keep it floating playa' smoke smoke gimmeh my dope. I'll see you in my next journey when I re-up bro.

Until we meet again, I'll guess see you. Take it easy. So long homie. Nice smokin' with you... keep it peaceful. I don't know what strand this is but this shit has got my ass Stoned.

Until we meet again, I guess I'll see you. Take it easy. So long homie. Nice smokin' with you... keep it peaceful. Keep it peaceful.

You know I met alot of cool ass people livin' life this way. Laid back, while getting stoned every damn day. Understand in one another while we sparking this bowl. Conversating through whole night, let the time just... go.

Yeah,
It's redrum where I'm from
come get some,
from the sick ones,
broke-ass millionaires and rich bums.
It's all a matter of how you put it all together.
We the type that wear skullies in hundred-degree weather See More
and never sweat, nevertheless,
jealous eyes despise the A-X-E hangin' around my neck, check
but we in this bitch and we be deptermined as fûck,
like fat kids that be chasin' after the ice cream truck, WHAT?!
Now here's one for all you emcees that wanna dis,
next time you think about hatin' remember this,
I'm out on tour in yo cities gettin' sick,
so the next time you kiss your bitch you might taste my dick!
I am the blood that eats your pen,
I am the sickness that infects your rhymes as you spit them.
So as you rappers scream my name out,
I'm makin' your tongue turn black and fall outta your mouth,
It's redrum where I'm from

(Chorus)x2
It's Redrum where I'm from
Wicked 3-0-3
And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E
It's Redrum where I'm from
Wicked 3-0-3
And we Don't, And We Don't, Don't fûck with me!

(Bonez Dub
It's redrum Capita of B-yo and it C-tough and it erupts
And you mothafûckas that think you got us beat but you can't see us, (WHAT?!)
I be the type that gotta get that paper quick
And I ain't afraid to put a red dot on yo head and drop a clip, talkin' shit
Stacks to watch ride off in yo griss
Grid lock when you get caught in that blood and crip walk shit, biatch!
I'ma let this be the first time I admit,
That if you come here you leave wit a pair of bloody open writsts!
Rest in Peace, no you could rest in piss,
When I do this shit so sick you think my name was Brotha Lynch!
It ain't shit
I'm the grinch that lives inside your bitch,
and I rob that pussy blind with a nine in my fûckin dick!
It's the one that was slangin' dope before yo ass ever seen the block!
So I'ma set it off in yo head and watch you mothafûckas stare at us, and just me mugg and talk,
It's redrum where I'm from

(Chorus)x2
It's Redrum where I'm from
Wicked 3-0-3
And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E
It's Redrum where I'm from
Wicked 3-0-3
And we-

I make you throw up
They knowin' that I'm tore up when I show up,
With murder braids and shades that's how I stay Juggalo'd up Like shown us,
Deep runnin' deep when I creep,
From the 303 to the D I run with killas that neva sleep,
Rest In Peace,
Listen to the Preacher when he preach, do when he preach, when he preach, see,
Too bringin' leaks see,
I'm the type lookin like 50 seperate eyes
Out there tellin' my mind,
You'll never be on my side,
So Goodbye,
Click Clack, pullin' it back,
Not in reference to the Gatt I'm speakin' about my tracks,
matter of fact,
I'm thinkin' I oughta take my rap back,
It's AMB for Life and you can put that on my Axe Tat, BLAST!