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Old 08-07-2007, 02:46 AM   #1 (permalink)
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Default Blood And Revenge

Verse:1

The watch in my hand strikes eleven
By no chance I can settle it till seven
**** 'em who says matches are made in heaven
Try and push me back, ya'll face a demon
Streets where I grew up were nothing but filth
Being eccentric and likewise was my hitch
Hot Rod they call me those days and revered my tilth
Gangwars, riots, shoot-outs, I survived using stealth
Snowfall was fraught with blood and danger
Summer if I remember was none better
Taught to peel ditchers head like 'cumber
I did the same and laid a hell lot as if it didn't matter
That's what I do , I shoot and pop off
This isn't an effort to try and show off
Gunshot is far effective and sweeter than blast-off
I got job on my mind, ***** **** off

Verse: 2

Call me a contract killer or simply a murderer
I do all I can do to get out of this gutter
Dreams I saw but now they all stand shattered
One by one my love and life had been tattered
Guy I believed in most ****ed me the best
He cut down his risks and passed his test
Plan of his was calculated and fast
But he made a mistake and forgot my zest
He took me for a fool and called his slot
Hastened his move and shot a blot
Sally in hospital down with a clot
Partying with tarts tonight is my perfect shot
I plan it as hard as I could
Make amends to it if I should
Smash his kids and bring down his hood
Jesus! I am gonna break him like mould

Verse: 3

I reach the spot but he ain't live in a home but a fort
I see after ****in' me he became millionaire of a sort
I jump the wall which amounts to trespass in tort
But who cares once you have to screw a hort
No guards in the wall, cameras do the watching
I try and dodge those gadgets but its tough escaping
My image in all CCTVs and I hear foots running
*****s on payroll aim at me with bullets firing
I cover myself in bushes, your's truly a master in camouflaging
Those *****s ain't got brains enough and keep on shelling
I draw them deeper into woods trippin' and falling
Out of their sights now, I smell blood and trailing
With guards distracted he is mine for the take
Blood oozing out of my arm makes me shiver and shake
I am here for taking my revenge and not for fake
9mm will help tonight in digging his grave
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