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lirik lagu the introduction of loc hollow – lîl høllöw

got these b-tches mad as fack
hop out the whack, category with the tip of my hat
shocking like a stun gun, getting hit with a lightning bolt, blot action power
automatic speed, black plague tower, f-ckin with my weed, eating all these cowards its time for me to feed, my stopwatch, your alarm clock, let em all sleep till the f-ckin b-ss drop
eat my c-ck, don’t chew, i’ll go pop, won’t shoot, i got it on lock
not chu, leave em all sick, like achoo, leavin em all stuck, like no glue, leave em all f-cked, yo c-m chute, enough dude, eat my sh-t, waiting for these rappers that i digest
somebody tell big sean that i’m blessed, i’m so dope i p-ss em off and they fail the drug test
if kanye is a god then i’m flying up, north west
put it in my own words and post it on reddit
pay my way to the top b-tch cash or credit, murder rap a new styles been invented y’all avoiding me like a route that’s scenic vampire eating all these rappers like a picnic i k!ll rappers that ain’t even born yet my booth is like a f-ckin abortion clinic
i force em in it, like a rape charge, ya i roll up in the pit like a f-ckin race car, nascar
with a new flow, invert a track, takin a sharp right and it hitting the wall guard, yo
y’all ball hard but i ball harder, hardest ball since the forth f-ckin carter
i’ll k!ll em all leave no others, f-ck your crew i got my brothers, uncles, bp fam, hooligan
call me hollow b-tch i k!lled logan, melt the sand, throw my bands, use no hands, raping these kids on a track don’t need no pedo van
spitting against me that’s bad karma, blowing it up like osama
get high and dropping the b-ss callin it blunt force trauma, it f-ckin up your mama i’m a f-ckin beast
i’ll cut my leash, blast my piece, at your fleece, come against me, toking these trees, makin em freeze, a trillion degrees, f-ck up your heat
cooking these rappers before i eat, proportionally, i’m obese, full of me i don’t see i’m a g-od, overdose on me, got a syringe full of f-ckin flow grease, deceased
my b-tches pose, picture perfect, hugh hefner
you no balled; p-ss-es confused, bruce jenner
giving hip hop a new center, do vinci designed the chopper but i’m the inventor and i got a patent on rrrrap
and i’m never going back, b-tch check my stack, squishin these bugs, thinkin that they thugs, but they got no determination
there’s no terminating, this extermination, lil wayne’s a martian, but i’m the invasion, do you f-ckin hear what i’m saying?
i’ll begin sprayin, leavin em prayin, ask if i’m satan, once you get to h-ll, hear what i’m layin
it better be felt, got these bodies decayin, under my belt
you’re a f-ckin whelp, leavin welts, i leave gashes and lacerations, while you’re masterbatin
i’ll be f-ckin your b-tch with a d-ck the size of the bong i’m blazing, f-ck your cooperation
bp be my family, that be, happily slippin the beat with a back hand, i’ll be takin em back man, i be choppin and leavin em backwards like, gnillik sevlesmeht niaga, but f-ck that, how bout i attack
got em running like track, before i put a clip in their back, man i’m coming on wax, i’m going zen on this record, i ain’t even snapped, like a snapple, coming to get a sample of the syonide
maybe it’ll f-ckin help em realize, that i’m not a b-tch like these other guys, and i will f-ckin watch your brains fry and i will f-ckin eat you alive, coming with my hive, i’m kicking your inside, out your backside don’t get on my f-ckin bad side b-tch
you’ll get f-cked up like pow, jam my thumbs into chris brown’s eyes, like look at me now
man i’m coming up from the ground, leaving em astoun-ded, bodies by the mound-dead, twisting it when it wound-bend, coming to get the crown-yeah, spit it when i sound wet, how come i ain’t found-yet?
exploding like blaw-det-onate, for f-cks sake, oh hes great, for his age, ain’t no escape, you’ll get raped, hold the gate, or don’t play, raps been enslaved
that was a straight, n-gg- joke yo come and get the hate, i be running with the blacks, so its easy to say i’m a race-ist, but i’m not a racist, more like a rapist man i be f-ckin em up when i be k!lling em all you b-tches don’t even wanna brawl i’ll be hanging em by a f-ckin sports bra, f-ck a f-ckin curtain call b-tch
i’d rather have a certain call from dna, twisted insane, or tech, that’d be great, but i guess i’ll have to wait man
i be choppin and leavin em backwards with bad words, if that’s worse
then you’re f-cked, i be running with them smashers, b-st-rds if that’s hers
then you’re in luck, or in muck, then you’re stuck, snip snip come and get a nip/tuck
man i sew your lips shut, watch a b-tch get gut, if she don’t give c-nt, roll a blunt with blood, burn it up with buds, leavin em in ice tubs, with their sides cut
put a hole in one when i put put, rip open her nice b-tt, finger inside her v-g-n-
, digging up inside her, blowing up brighter, than a tsar bomb, coming harder than a curb stomp
american history x man, somebody better be blessed, if i ain’t out a hole in their chest, leavin em thinkin “what the heck?
did this kid just flex and stretch our -sses like spandex?” i gotta put a lmf– quote in there and say
“yes” man, i just f-ckin did, and now you’re all f-ckin dead, and if your thinkin that your better than me then it’s all in your head you gotta better bet shooting up with lead if you got a better bet to be shooting up with lead i be bring it a better formula when i be absorbing ya pulling out more organs than an orchestra burning it up when i be torching ya flinging it through em like scorpion from mortal kombat and i finally got em like “stop that” cause i never hold back b-tch, i got some fatalities to stack man tell em that høllöw’s back, i don’t think they can handle that man, but høllöw’s back

- lil hollow

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