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lirik lagu freestyle in paris – joell ortiz

[intro: joell ortiz]
one half of the bloodbath

[verse 1: crooked i]
slaughterhouse
yo, broadcasting live from babylon
living like a million dollar don
it’s crooked, the phenomenon, rocking a vodka ron
coupe fast as ramadan
treat crenshaw like the autobahn
i was born to be a beast in this musical octagon
it’s like i’m the sp-wn of chewbacca and chaka khan
get out the way when you see a g flexin’
you p-ssies need to cut it out, you need a c-section
see it’s no limit, me and x at p n’ e sessions
you can’t even see me, i don’t even see a reflection
they havin’ dreams of beheadin’ the champ
take your best shot, them shooters you got better be kevin durant
beretta, you can’t, 187 your tramp
that mac-11 lift you in the air, better than ramps
whenever i’m amped, i go hard in the paint
no binders, a n-gga better than me, sorry you won’t find ’em
i’m mostly inspired by rappers who die, so rappers restin’ in peace
they my ghostwriters and co-signers
in my low rider with the 4-5 call it flo rida
it makes hits so its on sight if i don’t like ya
even though your talk is cheap, i don’t buy it
die in my sleep, the only way i’ll go quiet
you n-ggas so tired, was gonna f-ck your b-tch but i was so tired
so i decided to spray my name on her face and nut after a handjob
that signature move’s the john hanc-ck
i keep the blam c-cked, in case the shot’ll have to welcome n-ggas to jamrock
with one d-mn shot

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
and i ball so hard motherf-ckers wanna fine me
but first n-ggas gotta find me
bonjour, i’m on tour with the slaughterhouse four and your wh0r- behind me
i do some things with that paper sort of like origami
got me sh-tting ’round the world like a porta potty
don’t try me i travel with a metal and pearl piece
that’ll thunder at your hard head, i call it metta world peace
i could nonchalantly bomb your nonsense army
your whole entourage be yellin’ and screamin’ like ya’ll the sh-t
but i’m more pompous calmly
i wanted this sh-t from atari
started off kinda square like nintendo, guess i was just trying to get my game on top
but that was the genesis
now that i’m super nice, i play on every station
and i go “wii” in your x-box
now look at me, trucking through with no rest stop
cause i put my foot down motherf-cker, step pop
so take your best shot at eisenhower, man your rifle’s sour
as crooked i and yaowa snipe you from ze eiffel tower

- joell ortiz

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