Testo Getto Gothic
J Ax: "Sono diventato tutto quello che odiavo"
Verse 1 Comin wit the hot shit Demented and the dark shit Wickedness regardless Hiphop sounding Gothic Ready I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batic, i billem, I kiddem I hittem, I killem and then I just givem the thrill of their life i killem its gonna be now I do so its true prayin to god I can offer you This demon is beating, you bleed and scream and I got more for you I offer you a chance to run, Ima come and start the hunt Stalkin you is half the fun, yo my prey has just begun Leavin this done, paralyzed, leavin you blind, stab your eyes Makin you my sacrifice, drown you jus like Shatner's wife They dont wanna step, you aint half as nice Stab you with a plastic knife Stab and slice, mad at life Sanity done passed me by How'd I get so powerless Can stop, wont stop with the bone of flesh Cuttem up quick thats how it is I did that shit, I aint proud of it No doubt wit it, Im bringin the hot shit Hiphop thats gothic What are you retarted? Gimme the mic lets get this started (2x)Chorus Comin wit that Ghetto Gothic Comin out the darkness Wicked shit, you cant stop this Hot shit, and it aint hard to tell Stayin underground like the flames of hell Majik Duce you can see me like hudini when i fuck up with ya vision ghetto gothic flippin, rippin, rockin, cought with precision cant nobody fuck our rhymin ass dont know why the fuck you rhymin with ya head shut and exercising your lead foot Runaway - Better putt yo double four magnums away Path for the game Step on the main, happy to live for today Cuz if I wasn't, how could I possibly keep travelin' on? Hittin' the valley but still I manage to keep battelin' on Mutha Fuck that harmony shit Where the fuck your artery bitch? Gotta car thats gone b'for mornin start till yo' partners are hit kill em' but I guess I'm partly to blame But I'm just that modern day jokesta i can call you Q Strange But you ain't Shit like Q Q strange Fact is im coming up out of the blackness Them emcees wanna attack this They keep comin out wit wack shit, yo practice Before you throw stones from yo glass house Comin at me wit the bullshit, betta believe I'll take that ass out You passed out, wait, from the wickedest shit that I get when I spit Shut yo lips, fuck you bitch, went and gotta shovel and I dug yo ditch You dont wanna step, wanna step to me Even now so both can see That ya lifes in jeopardy, You bout to meet ya destiny (2x)Chorus I been a killa, like Jack the Rippa Me runnin wit that roughneck crew no ones illa We murder them with the stylee from the sewer Do not want the glock cuz i'm no sharpshooter My Shady blade cuts more if it dont drilla See da blood clot now they call me blood spilla they call the place to rude boy comin no one realla We got red hot mircale like Dracula Got me rastyling no you not iree now gotta run to busta now me comin straight grimey Raggamuffin sound boy, betta watchya back now Comin not gon back down workin with them we're comin to smack ya Yo Im back now, wit the Ghetto Gothic, cant stop it, Im heartless Innocent souls is my target, I rock shit, wit a style straight out the darkness Hip hop flows over beats is rap gothic When I see ya punk, Ima sleigh that wack garbage For starters, Ima killem all yo regardless I shock kids, when I kick a flow and it bothers Wack little bitches yo you cant take the hard shit You scarred bitch, mentally effected by the sickness When I kicks it yo, can I get a witness Rip ya insides out, and then splatter'em So many homicide records, my cases went platinum (3x) Chorus
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