Fucking Blades

Album cover art for "Fucking Blades" by Willie the Kid & La The Darkman

Willie the Kid & La The Darkman - Rap

Fucking Blades

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[Verse 1: Willie the Kid] Not to be confused with no one Very similar to few, specialized in the blood spewin' Fresh from the cesspool, I'm crazy gluing Secluded, deprived myself from certain fluids My influence, sick like the influenza I'm fluent, fucking bitches on credenzas Credentials, so essential man how niggas blew it I'm aerosoling all of y'all, environment polluting Saluted generals, you rap niggas mop your deck I'm for the five minerals, I'm tryna cop a set Private jets, no percocets, I'm jet setting The vinyl, so many plays on a test pressing Then it's all over Fade away like a crew who came together for the sake of making money Once the money was made, blades nigga, fucking blades Well he's sticking to the paper, papier-m�ch� Play charades, the kid, no high top fade House party, I fucked Sherane, Sydney too I clean out what I embody like the kidneys do Deliver, deliver freedom, what the benjies do Marble floors, every floor, looking from the foyer The law bathrobe, I could've been a lawyer But instead I'ma tread upon the bigger tread Stitch after stitch, thoroughly my thread [Chorus: Willie The Kid] Hunt the prey, make the kill Drag him back to the cave, my nigga's feast on the weak Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades Hunt the prey, make the kill Drag him back to the cave, my nigga's feast on the weak Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades [Verse 2: L.A.D.] I'm cold as Michigan winter, off centered Acknowledge, 36 Chambers before you Enter Blades intense as a columbine trench Embassy enterprise, numeric excellence El Padrino, embassy Gambino Author and director, La Tarantino Blew on surprise, Boston marathon Through the airport, guns in my carry-on Snakes in the grass, everyday I'm on my lawn Make a body disappear, like I hold a magic wand Then I'm gone in my Aston Martin, weed sparkin' Homicide chalking, great white sharking Gunning and hunting money, killer bees love honey Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades [Chorus: Willie The Kid] Hunt the prey, make the kill Drag him back to the cave, my nigga's feast on the weak Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades Hunt the prey, make the kill Drag him back to the cave, my nigga's feast on the weak Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades

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  • Willie the Kid
  • La The Darkman