Jay Reaper - The Strike | Текст песни

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Ay yo Reaper, get 'em!

[Verse 1, Jay Reaper]
Ay yo, of course I'm the big fat boss in this
Fuck Rick Ross
I got the force of a rhinoceros
I'm cautious with awesomeness
Niggas start horsing it
Mother Fuck, I'ma drag you to corcuses
Our power like the parliament, power to the people
To the cowards, to the heart of men
Arm and a leg is what it takes to be a part of this
Arsenic arsenist
I'ma 'bout to start some shit like Martin Laurence did
So, we waiting by your door step, in a Corvette
I got a big buck knife and a sore head
And I'm fuckin' pissed
Cutting niggas up, a limp and leave with a lisp, now we off the list
Dump dadda, body dumped in Nevada
Bloody blue calla crimes, niggas say halla
State of Nirvana, only fuck with the enlightened ones
We the Titan Sons, what you fear that's what I'll become
Most definite I'm sicker than the lepresis
Well equipped, devils kid, exorcist, sell a bitch
Open up the gate and step foot into my hellish pit
Do it Reveren
Just for the hell of it!

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