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lirik lagu the four horsemen of the apocalypse – hrsmn

[kurupt]
the stampede begins, n-gga
the year 2002 (hors-m-n), alert, let everybody know
when it came, it spread n-gga

yeah, hors-m-n, hors-m-ntal, hors-m-n instrumental
hors-m-ntality, hors-m-n procedures
hors-m-n spread like a rash of legions
multiply like multiplication
equivalent to the equation or combination
rewind the phrases (n-gga)
complex puzzles amazes, launch off missiles and lasers
gorillas, dunn, muscled the homies out of the cages
seperatin’ ligaments like caves and gauges
don’t compliment n-ggas, i collapse n-ggas
i don’t cooperate n-gga, i don’t concentrate n-ggas
i eliminate n-ggas, hors-m-ntal state n-ggas
which gets me in a mental state to earthquake n-ggas
touch n-ggas, decompose n-ggas
the headless horseman, we growl, decompose n-ggas

[hook w/ ad-libs: kurupt]
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck

[kurupt]
stampede stoppin’, droppin’, spittin’ toxic
hors-m-n stoppin’, droppin’ verbal monsters

[hook]

[ras k-ss]
n-ggas sage and p-ss, look fast and keep mashin’
b-tches wave your hands, shake -ss, and keep dancin’

the diary of a ogre, vulgar
f-ck snake skin belts, hold my pants up with a a live cobra
grew up, now i’m older
life ain’t sh-t, my fights, flossin’ and folger’s
wake up and smell the coma, aroma
only reason you ain’t suckin’ my d-ck now is under exposure
tryin’ to sneak my way to top and f-ck oprah
battlefields earth with john john travolta’s
send aliens to smoke ya
f-ck fatty, i’m trifilin’ and petty n-gga
i wear your rent in my left ear already
life in the serenghetti, ya’ll low on the food chain
chamaellean man change colors like a mood ring
-ssonine in half the time under cover
f-ck you, your lesbian lover
and your mother with the same rubber
ras is pestilence, middle fingers in the sky
n-ggas rep this sh-t, come on

[hook]

[ras k-ss]
hrsmn, horsmen, walkin’ all you forty six and spit abortion

[hook]

[canibus]
meanwhile, back at the barracks
hors-m-n rip jackers for plasters
put bodies in coffins and autograph us

this is the headquarters for horses
dip the pork sausage in four different kind of tabasco sauces
take a bite out of it, stick my hand up my own -ss
and pull a mic out of it, to see how hype the crowd will get
turn the monitors up, i wanna see how loud it could get
a horseman’s about to spit
wack mc’s, they shouldn’t be allowed to live
string ’em up, make an accordion out of they ribs
get the keys to the house, move the sh-t out they crib
trade faces wit’ ’em, go home, f-ck the sh-t out they wiz
find a daycare center, beat the sh-t out they kids
beat sulfuric acid out of your p-ss, bash your face in with a brick
you jacker, you just got ripped
keep talkin’ sh-t, see what i respond with
tiger bone tonic, vomit, turn your face into a eyes, nose, ears, and lip
omlette
think about that concept, mothaf-cka

[hook]

[canibus]
we the hors-m-n, mothaf-cka, don’t forget it
wavin’ the double edged sword, n-gga we said it
we the hors-m-n

[hook]

[kurupt]
yeah n-ggas, poetical demon sk!lls
sharp as meat cleavers, together forever
spittin’ like baby berettas, mothaf-ckas

[hook]

[k!llah priest]
b-tch n-ggas don’t stand near me
ya’ll gonna feel my fury
yo, this is hors-m-n theory
hors-m-n, four men, eight arms like the spider
spray fire, lead slingers
make webs around the heads of n-ggas
c-ckroaches come crawlin’ out of they eyes
beetles and worms eatin’ up they insides
my tarot cards don’t lie, put a curse on you
like the guru, black magic, voodoo
it’s purple smoke, your arms come out
grabbin’ you, push, blast through, your forehead
i’m the body in the gl-ss tomb, they call dead
after i open my eyes, then here come the rises of my horses
bodies burnin’ in torment, torches those who want it
yo, ya’ll wanna battle? in my image i cast a shadow
that resembles a pharaoh, i’m priest
a hors-m-n n-gga, hors-m-n apparrell

[outro: kurupt]
psycho like no b-tch–ss n-ggas
ambush, n-gga
canibus.. kurupt.. k!llah priest.. ras.. k-ss
inate.. b-tch..

- hrsmn

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