Sick lyrics

Republican_Enemy

Republican_Enemy

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post good, gangster of funny lyrics, not to long just sick lines:

So smoke ya haze cocksucker, take ya last drag

You about to die homo and you past fag

Hell rell DIPSET
 
sunshine lollypops and rainbows everywhere

thats everything thats wonderful when

WERE TOGETHER!
 
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping

Like do or die I'm pour pimping Car stop rims keep spinning

thats ballin.
 
You know I'm set for life with chedda,

So i can always fuck yo' wife, or betta!

And if i don't got the fly honeys,

i can just buy em with my moneys!
 
If you killin’ I’m killin’

I’m twice as villain as you

Try might killin’ ain’t no tellin’ what this villain ill do

Ain’t feelin no thug if you never squeezed no slugs

Talk about drugs but don’t know about the weight of the dove

hells yeah that set is da chronic
 
I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.

Tellin me about a party up in NYC

Can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight

Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White
 
wait now i got to post gangster lyrics

They got guns, well maybe they'll squeeze

I'm a piano I got 88 keys (88 Ki's)

Mami sniffed it, it went to baby brain (wooo)

Road the subway now I'm on the gravy train (aiiiiii!)

 
Bastard sons bagat your cunting daughters,

Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers.

Engreat souls condemned for eternity,

Sustained by immoral observance a domineering deity.
 
I got the metal pump that's how I settle dram (drama)

Eyes "Jet Li" but I'm Afro-Ameri-can

I got a foreign bitch, sitting in the foreign whip

She don't speak English but she know how to slob a dick

Wrist crazy, neck retarded....yeah I'm flossing hard

Stepped my weight up, gave my own boss a job

 
Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.

Fuck your tattoos.

Fuck all you junkies and

Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands

With hidden agendas.

Fuck these dysfunctional,

Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz Im praying for rain

And Im praying for tidal waves

I wanna see the ground give way.

I wanna watch it all go down.

Mom please flush it all away.

I wanna watch it go right in and down.

I wanna watch it go right in.

Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.

Dont just call me pessimist.

Try and read between the lines.

I cant imagine why you wouldnt

Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
 
yeah that song is gangster. bascially anything by dipset is gangster too. you can just post all the tracks they ever produced
 
I can't believe it had to end like this

Just because I've got no tits

I'll shave my legs, I'll wear a bra

I'll even cut my penis off for you
 
I ran into a gas station, and blew somebody head off they neck

I thought it was a dream but then I look and see that I'm a bloody wreck

I can't run to my mama's house I know that she would never understand (she would never understand)

I might as well be a man, and finish what the fuck I began

I walked out and started walking away like I ain't seen a fuckin' thing (ain't seen a fuckin' thing)

I went across the street and walked up to the drive-through window at a Burger King (at a Burger King)

I knocked on the glass and the kid leaned out to tell me they were closed (close this)

I blew a hole in his face and his boy was like "Damn you got hosed Tommy, you got hosed"
 
Watch ya step kid,

Watch ya step kid,

Watch ya step kid,

Watch ya step kid,

Watch ya step kid,

Watch ya step kid.
 
You know the don's armed wit sixteen

And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage

Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics

Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards

Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it

Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage

Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish

She only lick dick status to get cabbage, dick get lathered to the thick Baptist

Who back on the map? Giancanna wit a vengeance

It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight)

And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood,

I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga)

This where the buck stops, fuck props

Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?

Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block?

Still real, bustin' the glock

Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this

Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics

I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate

My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it

My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it

I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties

Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly

I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me

Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy

I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly

I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny

Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you

And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do

We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is

Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is

I'm from a time where every song was righteous

Before rap was just a swarm of white kids

And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the

pawns and sheisters

I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers

And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless

 
Well youve cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.

But will you keep on building higher

til theres no more room up there?

Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?

Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

 
i went to get a loan and they asked me my race,

i wrote down "human" inside of the space.

it's a disgrace how they try to debase,

it ain't the banks damn buisiness how my lineage trace.
 
Relax and take notes

as i take tokes of this marijuana smoke

throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke

biggy smalls for mayor

the rap slayer, hooker layer

mothafucka say yo prayers

hail mary full of grace

smack the bitch in the face

take her gucci bag and the north face

off her back, jab her if she act

funny with the money?

you got me mistaken honey

I dont wanna rape ya

I just want the paper

The visa, kapeesha?

I'm out like the vapors
 
Imma blow your brains out all over my New York Times,

Open up the Sports section and read your mind!

or something along the lines of that
 
Jeezy the snowman i patrol the weight,360 4 da 19 5 ,

front door service, you ain't even gotta drive

(yeaaaah)we roll em fat like that oprah bitch,(what)

color purp,all we smoke is that purple shit,

see the red dogs run like black cats,toss the work but i'm holdin on to my strap

hustle music,

we call it traphouse

whole lotta backin soda and a glass pot(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

 
'I am a skier' shirt i wore one day,

all the snowboarders laughed and said i was gay.

So i cocked my brow and gave them the finger,

they beat my ass and left me to linger.

Why is Shaun White such a household name,

and guys like Tanner are pictured as lame?

Is it because they are gangster, and like to do drugs,

or is it because they are wiggers and dress like thugs?

Burton, is a name that everyone knows,

but how about Armada, or joystick poles.

Stacks of transworlds at the front of the rack,

1 or 2 freeskiers lost in the back.

But in a few years just you wait and see,

all the boaders will be saving, for the new ARV.
 
Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks

Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick

Gets the fuck out after youre done

And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
 
Bust a brick open powder the scale

If you was in Clinton with me you wouldn't come out of ya cell

I'd have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yard

You might as well be a good brother, go to the Mosque

Fucking with me? It's off with ya arms

You'd rather spit on the Qu'Ran, in front of Saddam

You'd rather rape ya little sister in front of ya mom's

Flex it's Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!

Mr. Giles with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)

Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like....

TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEE

My third grade teacher, peep her....she want to work for me! (haha!)

I ain't graduate, I ain't make the honor roll (nope)

Failed gym, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?)

Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent show

Fuck the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO!

In the jam sport the Calicoooo

Fuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!

Here's ya lesson....fuck school, cop a pound

In the States spot a town, grams triple, lock it down

i couldn't help but post that much of the song. its too gangster for its own good. download it. camron and hell rell - i'm laughin
 
"slap my cock between your eyes, now you cockeyed, cock sucka, you cant fuck with the nutz, ask a girl cause shes suckin the nutz"
 
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