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death to you! - stillmatic (tug) lyrics

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[intro]

alright let’s keep it nice and simple

k!ller mc, world of mc’s

as nas once said

it’s been written, by yours truly

alright, alright, yo

[verse one]

i bring, death to beats, like you sat on dre’s mic

and i would bet you think that i’m such a great guy

every nephew sees that rhymes suffocate lines

then you drink and find double*faced crimes

expect to sink, cause my stubble*makes lines

attention, please and see that from a great height
imma beater, a price bubbles up the same climb

you white trouble rhyme f*ckers wanna take sides

i write from a height that you might prefer

true words, like a vitamin, twice as worse

hepatitis and striking ‘em, fighting first

then i’m dying from china kids, white and he*rs*

you act stupid, half of you people have used it

wrapping who even acts foolish, even see them tryna*

come back and trash new sh*t

f*ck your rap music, mad cause you crackers can’t do it

[hook]

i bring death to you, what you expect to do?

taking reps on a record and wreck a crew
i bring death to you, and three necks i bruise

never bend for the pen your a wretched fool

i bring death to you, what you expect to do?

taking reps on a record and wreck a crew

i bring death to you, and three necks i bruise

never bend for the pen your a wretched fool

[verse two]

you wanna be chill? step one, keep it shut

mess up your lethal ones and dress some with a ketchup and a liter of*

the best nut and either one is next up from the legs up*

you could guess tug is feeding ‘ya his next cum and a s*m*n lunch

[breathe] beat you with a plush, get a preview of a hunch

send a free view of a punch, that i feed you from the tug!
gotta teach you any punk is nothing sweet through cause of thugs*

any weak dude doesn’t budge, but at least you get enough

a grown man*that’s programmed to beef with kids

i just wrote down my whole rap and leeched the hits

calls himself dope and this hoe maggot piece of sh*t

expects a whole ass diss, no cracker! beat it, b*tch!

(i bring death to you) so then you must be jealous

i bet you ugly fellas would f*cking punch me better then a*

dumb punk who’s seven*teen with his dumb vendetta*

you couldn’t jump me with punk*beats, f*ck joe, he’s wetter!

[hook]

i bring death to you, what you expect to do?

taking reps on a record and wreck a crew

i bring death to you, and three necks i bruise

never bend for the pen your a wretched fool

i bring death to you, what you expect to do?

taking reps on a record and wreck a crew

i bring death to you, and three necks i bruise

never bend for the pen your a wretched fool

[verse three]

neither is him, ‘fore i beat them with a bleacher and tools

feeding ‘em fools, leading them to the speak in the booth

you ain’t sweet in the booth, i would do a show on vr

i would sing on the stage and still be realer than you!

you wack f*cks and rap punks never learn do ‘ya?

backup is trash cause matic has words through us

black pumps of raps i wrap up the newest little*

black c*nt and smash them into a nurse to her

im better off alone when it comes to dissing

f*cking b*tch and suck this d*ck for some attention

rummage with him, something within

you’re better off alone faking disorders with him

you got a joint to light? then you better catch a passive!

what’s the point of right (wright), if you never gonna land in (landyn)

when will rappers learn to not smack up on little tug!

you got 48 hours to suck a f*cking d*ck or sum

[hook]

i bring death to you, what you expect to do?

taking reps on a record and wreck a crew

i bring death to you, and three necks i bruise

never bend for the pen your a wretched fool

i bring death to you, what you expect to do?

taking reps on a record and wreck a crew

i bring death to you, and three necks i bruise

never bend for the pen your a wretched fool

[outro]

sh*t hope nothing was subliminal

that would suck

- stillmatic tug lyrics

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