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lirik lagu 16 ton pitbull – lil addy

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16 ton pitbull

mixin vyvanse and flakka, givin the mafia
insomnia as i got em all poppin oxycontin
mixin klonopin and tramadol still weaponized
but terrified of a f*ckin zombies pesticides
causin mass genocide wit no rest in sight
memorize ya death tonight and recognize
before ya f*ckin body rots unrecognized
the f*ckin cops won’t be able to identify
a murder victim on forensic files rectified
just for askin questions, end up penalized
in methyl bromide before they gotta testify
a mess of mine petrified, who’s next to die
wit cyanide, strychnine, sodium hydroxide
or hydrogen chloride so no ones identified
like hoffa, an unsolved homicide tonight
so overdose on a lot of f*ckin china white

you load sixteen tons, what do you get
another day older and deeper in debt
st peter don’t you call me cause i can’t go
i’ll send ya soul to the company store
like a pitbull loading sixteen tons standing on sixteen toes (arf arf arf)
like a pitbull loading sixteen tons standing on sixteen toes (arf arf arf)
like a pitbull loading sixteen tons standing on sixteen toes (arf arf arf)

made of muscle and blood poppin vyvanse
as i load 16 tons of thugs cut right in half
before i use a weapon that reduces eleven
thugs to those f*ckin dudes that ended
up on the f*ckin news as a one eighty seven
“well a bless my soul”
like proof of d12 mixed wit rue bennett
a rugged thug drug usin convicted felon
smuggle a gun in the courtroom at eleven
and shoot the f*ckin judge in a second
with the double deuce smith and wesson
just to teach the courtroom a f*ckin lesson
not taught in schools, a twenty two pencil
got a glock, a knife, and more homicides
than stalin combined wit dahmer, isis
osama bin ladin, iceman, and columbine
kids modified to oxidize in formaldehyde
as i c*ck the nine at a f*ckin cop tonight
then pull the mop out to size and modify
this f*ckin cop who died and traumatize
the f*ckin kids and never even apologize
“can’t no high toned woman make me go
walk the line”

you load sixteen tons, what do you get
another day older and deeper in debt
st peter don’t you call me cause i can’t go
i’ll send ya soul to the company store
like a pitbull loading sixteen tons standing on sixteen toes (arf arf arf)