Ceeingee - Verbal Bullets lyrics

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Ceeingee - Verbal Bullets lyrics

[Intro] I speak my words, I shoot them out My words are verbal bullets, yo (echo) [Hook] My words I spit, shooting them at ya My words are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them at ya I spit verbal bullets, my words I spit at ya I'll k** ya with one line, my words I spit are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them right at ya [Verse 1] Man, where's my words gone... I meant bullets I'm on topic of guns here, but I guess it's not real ones I'm rounding my words, I'm co*king my mouth and ready to pull tha trigger so better be in full warning when I'm comin' right at ya You want that bullet right into your head, I'mma blow ya mind with it I'm the best yet... I'm the mouth slinger I ain't a gun slinger though if I could be I would be I'll be the best gun slinger there is... you won't even know my sk** I take a pill and that gives me more sk** to k** at will with my bullets from my gun which is my mouth and my words the bullets Shoot down birds and clean up their sh**s Shoot them with lax on the bullets sh**ting everywhere, they think anywhere is a f**in' toilet Shoot a bullet, k** one but I didn't do it so who did it? That's the question that I want the answer to Get locked in a gla**house, an ounch of time it takes to get me out Got acid gas, I'll put acid on your face til you scream k** Kyle McNeil for bullying me back at school His f**in' ugly four eyed face is gonna be ruined when I put acid over his face I'll do it to him because he'll wanna die anyway Turn the sound up for him to hear the rap I'm a psycho, how should I know that he is a p**y and I'm not I'll put his a** deep inside the ground Bet I'll slaughter his a** and laugh when he's upset [Hook] My words I spit, shooting them at ya My words are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them at ya I spit verbal bullets, my words I spit at ya I'll k** ya with one line, my words I spit are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them right at ya [Verse 2] If he's got a pet, I'll murder it This ain't as f**in' wicked as it can get I've got loads of rhymes in my head a lot worse like stealing an old retarded spastic womans purse k** a nurse with a pill Overdose til she bleeds from the nose, who knows that it goes into the mind of an insane person I'll still be the best rapper in my pension I'll make a world record with it, the sh** I've spat from my lines All my past songs I've did I can name some but not a lot because I'm losing my memory slowly but surely draw the plans against me I'mma be the war of the worlds of rap Makin' ya think that I'm an alien, I come in peace I don't really, I put peanut bu*ter on my sandwitch... did you get that joke I'm f**in' rubbish, a comedian isn't really my ideal profession I'mma be the demonic possession of the soul that I've had resting in my body for a long time to go... yo [Hook] My words I spit, shooting them at ya My words are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them at ya I spit verbal bullets, my words I spit at ya I'll k** ya with one line, my words I spit are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them right at ya [Verse Three] I don't listen to haters, I listen to those I think are wise I'mma take out Catherines two eyes She dares f** me up again, Catherine you gonna die... okay I'm so laughing at ya, you ain't gonna be the f**in' b**h I like and love Skin a b**h with my blade, f** that I'mma BBQ her, f** her in the a** til she screams in pain I'm insane, ha [Hook] My words I spit, shooting them at ya My words are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them at ya I spit verbal bullets, my words I spit at ya I'll k** ya with one line, my words I spit are verbal bullets so I'mma shoot them right at ya