Violence

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Proof - Rap

Violence

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[Intro: Proof] Violence Take one If you hearing this, this a rough draft Got no business listening to us [talking] On the real, listen [Verse 1: Proof] Put the streets in a niggas eyes Put the beef in a niggas mind Put his teeth on a killers nine No remorse when i kill his mom, illest rhyme Hit the panic button, keep the whole planet ducking Stand for nothing, but fall from slugs I give it all for bugz Dont make me call my thugs Yeah, i'm a lady hitter, hit your moms and a babysitter A crazy killer Spit the house on your favourite nigga My techs loud, slugs at your chest hard, through your vest guard Get your thresh and your neck scarred Feels the fire, your hear "pop, pop" And squeal and tire, run for the hills and higher Get your brand new gun, no you's (?) Talk loud, but get snuffed out By hired men That's what we do to you cowards I'm rolling off E, at your wake, smelling your funeral flowers [Hook: Proof] Kill, smash, murder shoot Rob, steal, hurt her, loot Violence, violence, violence, violence Kill smash, murder, shoot Rob, steal, hurt her, loot Violence, violence, violence, violence [Verse 2: Proof] Put your fingers in the blender, make them finger food Break off a wing and chew, and drown you in a swimming pool I'm not a criminal, i haven't been caught, LAUGH! You not a corner draft, chewing [?] My pants down to my calf when i walk Until the [?] kick my fucking ass when i talk Don't love nothing, dirty harry scare kids Fuck work, school, shit and marriage A perilous terrorist, don't believe in sharing spit Like the sun and moon, and your air and shit Open your score, like the glove my gun run out of Clutch the 40, fuck a closet ain't got shit to come out off One out of every nine MC's is sleeping with him Fucking faggots, all savages beefing with Em Bringing the D, and my hood is grimey Y'all running like motherfucking shooks behind me [Hook] I miss happy birth, what? I live, so i'm back grabbing my privates Screaming "DIE BITCH!" I'm rough hided like nymphos with dry clits Can't none of ya'll see me like the back off my eyelids I'm why kids rebel and act up And all i wanted was a dick sucked and my back rubbed Flavor flav, shoulders with [?] I'm the resorter, sex, whiskey and mad drugs Raised by macks and pimps Smack a bitch on purpose (smack) shit then by accident (smack) Unload my gat and clips, i'm the imacculate Your vertebrae break bitch, when your back get bent Crack the fifth, and roll the hydro "Slow down P!" "Bitch, i wanna die slow!" Since kinder garden, wanted to be a [?] To give my loving ass mama something to cry for I pack this violence and vile shit Love it when mature people call me childish Get your eyebrow ripped, "throw in a [?] quick!" Toss a brown brick Through your fucking moms crib Ain't shitted on you in a while Now i'm about it "do you know where hell is?" I'm a kamikaze pilot Death, i'm on a mission to find it Plus i'm half blinded Swallowing pills, i'm absent minded Taking E, vitamin C, until my spine split "I DON'T SUCK DICK!" Quit lying bitch I'm high as shit And the headphones ain't buzzing It's the dirtiest shogun from Dirty Dozen [Hook] [Outro: Proof] What, what? Shut the fuck up, Proof This is Dirty Harry style We ain't going nowhere

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