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postal - $lim hill & op. freeman lyrics

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sendemup, sendemup, sendemup yuh

sendemup, sendemup, sendemup

cl!ck boom!

m*th*f*cka’ going postal

1996 i’m bout to kick it f*ckin’ old school yuh

eureka k!lla’ cali’ been corrupted

n*gga cl!ck bang this choppa gon’ f*ckin’ cause a ruckas

kickin’ it wit my a ones i’m kickin’ it wit my day ones

wish a p*ssy m*th*f*cka’ would come in and say sum’

f* r double e

to the m*a*n

he be robbin’ m*th*f*ckas’ just so he can pay the rent

m*th*f*cka’ doesn’t walk only moves with the wind
grab the double barrel shotty he’s on the hunt for a benz

toxic b*tch yo f*cking breath make me nauseous

smelling like you ate a f*ckin’ bag of some dog sh*t

high off of my ass i’m bout to blast

jackie da rippa’ creepin’ through yo block wearing a mask

smoking gas

hands in the air this is a stick up

cruising down to broadway bout to get my d*ck sucked

chins up bout to go and cop a f*ckin’ pick up

she was callin’ me daddy b*tch i think you got me mixed up

cause if you really knew me you would think that i was a sick f*ck

hard to be a dawg walkin’ around with some big nuts

tweakin’ ice in the pipe its deceiving
f*ck a shotgun stab em’ up leave em’ leakin’

bleeding finna’ sendemup bout’ to reap them
runnin till your out of f*ckin’ breath off the deep end

im the one that you really shouldn’t f*ck with

packing on a double barrel shotty elmer fudd sh*t

d*mnit! grippin on the plastic!

bout’ to sendemup to another f*ckin’ planet

got it till its gone like my name was f*cking janet

hits from the bong got me feeling f*cking manic!

grippin’ on the steel n*gga f*ck how ya feel

snortin’ methamphetamine through hundred dollar bills

tell me what ya know about filling vacuum seals

i ain’t gonna f*cking stop until i got a hundred mil’ motherf*cker!

slimmy da slaughter f*cking back on the track
and b*tch if you ain’t with the sh*t then you can l!ck my f*cking nut sack

d*mn! creeping up out the mother f*cking hollow with the stihl

heard you got a problem mother f*cker what’s the deal?

red dot! red dot!

creeping up on yo block to land this mother f*cking headshot

(run b*tch boom!)

sendemup! sendemup!

you can’t run from this chopper you p*ssy b*tch you out of luck

twins in the amg i feel like ricky bobby

let the choppa shoot i’m singing mother f*ck the posse

all black whip looking like a flag ship

heard he talking sh*t and now he leaking with a fat lip

i’ll f*ck a red b*tch a blue b*tch a green b*tch

slimmy da slaughter you know the mother f*cking demon

all seasons cup got me leaning

ran out of bullets but i still got the boy freeman

had a punk b*tch that ratted on me

now i keep that 45 tucked inside the jacket homie

stacking h*lla cheese you f*ck boys just stack bologna

up inside of yo b*tch guts the p*ssy sound like f*cking macaroni

the way that i spit it sound like i’m ripping a f*cking mac 11

sinking a b*tch in the river delivered to god i send em back to heaven

hold up now just wait a minute

my microphone just blew the f*ck up from all the flame i spit it

got these mother f*ckers thinking slimmy practice satanism

hear the reaper creeping like he out to pay today a visit

b*tch get buck got choppas in the pickup

rolling down the funk i’m on my way to get my d*ck sucked

get my f*cking nut and then my d*ckies getting zipped up

cruising past ya block middle fingers getting flipped up

whippin the benz making amends i hope that god forgive me

i’m keeping a ten and that’s the only b*tch that’s riding with me

snort dope through the blue face

rob a p*ssy boy and hang that sucka from a boot lace

homies pulling up to jump the gang but f*ck it’s too late

send them mother f*ckers up so high they flying through sp*ce

turn em to a f*cking astronaut

80000 feet i’m dropping bombs on f*cking babylon

better get to running when i got my f*cking flannel on

b*tch im shipping bullets let my choppa worked at amazon

- lim hill op freeman lyrics

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