--beat produced by Aquarius-- New banger for your eardrums. Title pretty much explains it because son, on the mic....you dont really want problems. Lyrics are posted
Eastcoast Anarchy Records...an ill ass crew of crazy motherfuckers tearin up the eastcoast smokin blunts, drinkin 40's and rappin
what up bitches. It's 2010 now, big deal. You'll get free new bangers as usual. so keep checkin in or catch me on myspace.com/420soldiers for updates.
Lyrics
aye yo there, aint no need -- for no int-ro-ductions
i f*** sh** up, every time I rush in
pre-game, pop pills -- til im feelin nothin
then I bust in swingin, til i hear ribs crunch-in
...god damn ima muh f*** in murderah
burna gotcha b*** ass ... leakin on the furniture
..got the perfect wordplay, for my game
yo my rhyme schemes, leave a motherf*** er with an IV
...tied up in the basement ...
lay him on the table, doc love 's new patient
...my blade to his face -- no anesthetic waitin
for you, so you feel pain kid
...no suction for drainin' liquids
no stitches, i leave you f*** in mangled missing --
teeth -- brains, watch me as I dangle victims
from a chain, til my motherf*** in bang-er split them
...MLov on a one man mission --
f*** up, and ill leave your dumb ass missin
come up runnin them gums? is son kiddin?
getcho mothaf*** in juggular cut, and tounge with it
son spit it in a sick way -- talkin better ixnay
f** s on my dick, yo tell me how that sh** taste
...cuz you be gettin ass f*** ed like a b***
stay, sleepin on the kid, and you be sleepin where the fish lay
hook
you aint really want problems nahhhhh
when im creepin its a hom-i - ciiidddeee
we comin for loot, and we comin for you
you aint comin to shoot -- you gon' diiieeeee
verse 2
I aint lookin for the fame, but the forture yeah
motherf*** ers extorted and tortured now
cuz im back .... strapped up, ready to rap
ready to tap any b*** that wanna gimme that ass
im so sick wit it, pimp sh** - addict-in as
sniff-in it -- rick ricket -- muh f*** as pissed, cuz they cant spit it
...like me, muh f*** as aint mike --
aint nice, on the mic -- aint puffin on the right weed
nah ---- they lookin jus to sight see
now lookin at my ni-ke's - on they white tees- stomp em
teeth so shattered you aint gon' want them son
....you aint gon' stop mlov
...you aint sh** claimin hotter rhymes
lotta lies, in ya lines -- f** , not in mine
...i run up in this b*** , spittin like im outta time
massacre-in' kids, like them kids did Colum-bine
