Laulunsanoja:
Death Threat Spit It Out

So go ahead and talk about me, It only fuels my fire, You won't take this home from me! This is my one desire, They think they know about the time

and hold no regrets Then you was no threat I go to death Blessed with God's heed and drop a gem On your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my

' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin' Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it Spit it

My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (What?) Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin' wreck Stickin' Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques It's Klep the death

t want it with real niggas that?s out chere./Give a desription of hellava gun but you don?t wanna really feel it from real triggas that?s out chere./(cus its out

mind and don't slumber Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass [Unverified] M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it'

, what's up with it? I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot Niggas scream out, "It's just us bitches" Don't shoot, out the phone booth I aim at your

feel my sixteen bars of death Sixteen bars of death Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath Yes, sixteen bars of death And when I spit I spit bars 'til it

word as a man when I give When I say I'm going at you it's a given when I spit it So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it So niggas get