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Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Dino's croons aimed at your tragus.
- I'm not claiming anything I'm not, No heater aimed at these two faced pagus.
- Local kid trying to make it big, most of my Vegans are fellow pagans.
- Church on Sunday, but the rest of the week, we live like magus.
- Doing shit big, just like the majors, if my squad lost in the smoke,
- hell, you can page us. Studying scriptures until the page rips, I'm not greedy,
- I ain't paid shit. I thank the lord, that the cops in my city, ain't slaying kids.
- I know the media doing nothing but spraying shit, I'm not gonna lie,
- some of these pigs are racists. But then again, I know some goons,
- who like to aim nines at these punk slimes' vagus. Put em in the trunk,
- take em down the boulevard to the desert, where there
- ain't no one saying shit. Mob used to run this city, probably still do.
- But they ain't front and center no more, they out of the camera's view.
- I can't stop here, this is bat country. I gotta keep the wheels turning, rolling
- this fat blunt, G. No heaters, but I'm packing some fire. Call me Smaug,
- these hobbit muhfuckahs need to go back to the shire. Catch me in the pit,
- and I'll knock your teeth out like a punk turned dentist for hire.
- I'm a white boy, yet i'm paid in full. Ain't gripping a toy, but I mangle skulls.
- Want respect? Show some, or I'll mangle yours. My name on the streets
- would be Frosty the Snowman, if I'm putting in work, gangbanging chores.
- Cross that bridge when I come to it, paying tolls. Electric guitar drug dealing,
- thrashing and slanging chords. I think shit through, what you think your brain
- is for? You're a plastic carbon copy, you brainless whore. I'm running circles
- around you, I'll take your psyche to war. Done said you were gunning,
- and wanted to fight me before. My words are a one two knock out punch,
- leaving you black and blue on the floor. I wouldn't even piss on you, stop
- fronting like you the Lord. Wanna talk shit, like how you're a God? Well,
- Stupid motherfucker, your cap is getting peeled off. I'll hit my squad up,
- and we'll grab them tec 9's, leaving you like aw fuck when we push through
- ya door, leave your room bloodied like some bars from some horrorcore.
- Pulp Fiction in this bitch, hit your faggot ass with the sword.
- I can't stop here, this is bat country. I gotta keep the wheels turning, rolling
- this fat blunt, G. No heaters, but I'm packing some fire. Call me Smaug,
- these hobbit muhfuckahs need to go back to the shire. Catch me in the pit,
- and I'll knock your teeth out like a punk turned dentist for hire.
- I don't smoke as much as I'd like to. And I ain't flashing blades trying to fight
- you. I'll take your mental to the frontlines, and put that fucking shit to sleep like
- half a bottle of nyquil. I don't have a fucking four five on my waistband, but one
- of my bros hand me the heater, and that nine trill. Murder your fucking mind
- real and get away with it like I made off. Talking shit like I'm Madoff, that's
- nine tril. I'll dissect you, and then I'll rip my mask off and show you what I'm
- made of. Cagin' your Travolta ass like I'm the bad guy, Face Off. I'm insane,
- crazy. Indefinite crack baby. I'm a nice person, until you fuck with my family.
- I'll rip your ugly mug off, handily. You can't even handle me, your ass is candy
- see. You're nowhere near the man you pretend to be. I'll pluck your eyes out,
- Ray Charles looking faggot, you can't even see.
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