Swayze - Håm lyrics

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Swayze - Håm lyrics

[Verse 1: LeGit] Im Smashing instrumentals it murder w/ the hammers ive chosen Got enough raps to go around like this planet in orbit I will slaughter the whole while their only damaging portions Barely withstanding.. My forces greater than VY Canis Majoris! Never stand in the open when I put hand on the holster F*** around and have your flesh baked like a ham in the roaster We are hammering the scandalous w/ no remorse! Id like to celebrate this right before I torch the corpse *tosses lit match* That weird goon who drops‘acid on the base A reaction that's equivalent to havoc taking place Like were ma**acring haters, couldn't have it w/ the fakes Cuz they tell me that im just a another savage w/ the mace With no intelligence the devil is inferior to LeGit Harder than an anchor that is sittin on the cement I lead dark legions, that's 300 deep in We sleep many adversaries without dreaming Im spittin like your b*** , she doesn't swallow the s**m.. And what we do in your bedroom is not your concern I drop bombs on the track to destroy the beat Im that mutant who records so behold the beast is… Out of the cage that's about to engage in.. 187 and a**aults w/ a blades pen You stupid motherf**ers don't get it like layman's When explaining how I lyrically slay them… Yea [Verse 2: Swayze] Follow me into the dark and you will find An a**hole, an asinine Slash ya wrist with knives Where the pesticide? I need a fix Its like, fruit to mind Im used to lying Confused sometimes, never seen this sh** Believe me this Ive been, floating on could nine w/ Tila Tequila Them BIG tits Im a horney ba*tard, ain't no way to even hide the sh** I smoke a lot a weed, don't help me to remind the sh** Catch me rhyming quick while sticking my co*k to your mother's clit Oops, scoop F*** ed your b*** up, in the new coupe Drop her a** off at night on Skidrow Just a person to Bluetooth The new dude, clever nice w/ some ol' school Higher than you've ever seen and n*** you already know too [Verse 3: Keef] 5 1 5 0 Smitten and demented and quick to slice a deer's throat Flow straight crack, dope through your stereo Doses of potions slow sh** , sh** appears slow.. Sicker than any b*** es you can pick up Pitch stick to these simp s*uts till they hiccup You should be ashamed of yourself..to get a quick bust You lick c*** Your sh** -headed, was your brim up? Im so sick of the politics Im polishing my young gun So I can aim it at Obama's kids Keef Dahmer is willing to cease drama When people stop being deceitful and be honest Find f**ing facts in the dakness That's whay Im nastier than African condoms Sad, and solemn verses from God's lip You should stop b**hing and listen this be that ART sh** ! Masterpieces of plastered feces Cop heat for the pastor While you leap in the rapture I be in the background laughin Why front? Your air-headed, your mind is absent Do not ask sh** If it don't stink or get my high.. Then no I ain't down w/ that sh**