auml; ja kirveet lentävät, leikki kanssa kuoleman vain yltyy. Niin riemukasta lapsien on päitä pudottaa kuunnellessaan sotajoukkoa hurraavaa. [3
a Friday night without no hockey mask I make Jason meet his doom I hit him with the bass from the room that goes Ba-do-doom-do-do-DOOM You can't fuck
creepn Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA) Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom
the door (Yo, there they go) Oh, I'm gonna do the whore So I walk in (Yo, I hear men talking in the next room) If they flex, doom will be hawkin' (Them
swarm of my berreta Down south hustlin T riding on daytons pouring like Gary Payton Scoring Haters they wanna catch me snoring I mean sleeping I seen them
I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard "Don't cry, girl." Let me outline your short comings While my world is full of them and
leave with [Chorus] [Verse 3] How can the fans think us rappers are invincible Cant find anything about that logic that?s sensible I?m thinkin they should know better off of principle To them
with bro baby, daniel -damn, bro, this shit daily, constantly happenin -so what, we next or what? -nigga, we tryin to come up and raise them little
. Jayca-fella, hood niggaz call me flake The group we in, them snitchin niggaz tried to do me in I aint goin to the hole, and wearin them county blues
Shit's deep in these streets, let the pistol grip sweep Like a broom, but the boom will send you to ya doom 360 degrees back outcha mom's womb I know (Chorus) [3
doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One] I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification Sure AS blurry had them
my name is Young Droop steppin thru the building best believe I got my whole crew thugged the fuck out quick to let them slugs out BOOM mean mug on my
3 mo? bottles And these ladies wont a picture Gucci, Rozay, Nuvo Ok Now im turned up Standing on the furniture like DJ turn me up Ending how we feel online Them
in me Hello city, hello city Second night at the warehouse and my mock turtleneck just reeks From the liquor room to the change room To the doom and
editor Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown (Yeah, yeah, only them
to gander at topics discussin' Now Pete the Swiss was doublin' shifts Jugglin' the iron controlled by his lips Not a minute too soon children fell to their doom
you was Destro Why stop niggaz, why not pop niggaz, we cop figures Keep them toast like I hop nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert Or get them guns on
Up in them five star tellies and two mic rhymes Be them average MC's of the times Unlike them, we craft gems So systematically inclined to pen lines Without
