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Katie Tropp feat. Govinachi
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Dead On Wax
KT I'm five foot two and a hundred pounds,
Don't look like a threat til I open my mouth,
I'm a lyrical killa taking over the South,
I ain't got no heart it's never been found,
Charles Manson ain't got shit on me,
I do it myself don't need lemmings,
No acid trip, just a stoner bitch,
I hate all of you is what my motive is,
My fantasies ain't typical,
What turns me on is slittin a throat,
Sacrifice you like a goat,
Pray to God I don't come back for more,
The problem is I smell fear,
So where ever you go I'll be near,
I'm like a cock roach I'm here for years,
I'm gonna haunt you in your nightmares,
That's sixteen but I'ma keep it goin,
This beat is dope it keeps lyrics flowin,
To fill your ears got your head exploding,
Timothy McVeigh Oklahoman,
I hear you scream, I get a gleam,
Of happiness inside of me,
So don't you blink, I got you beat,
I throw everything and the kitchen sink,
My advice don't set me off,
Violence is what gets me off,
You won't ever catch me goin soft,
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All emotions are long gone,
The human race is my amusement,
Because you're all so fuckin stupid,
Challenge me I ain't losin,
Cross my path just keep it movin!
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Leave y'all dead on that wax
Leave y'all dead on that wax,
All I hear is that yap,—you aint talking bout jack/
Elevate to the MAX, At the top of the top and thats that, WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax…WE
Leave y'all dead on that wax//
Govinachi Im about a whole foot taller than Katie, stay in the gym, don't need no 380.Nach, thats Govinachi to you tho, I leave boys sick they need Menudo/
Sippin green tea eaten kudos', Im on good green stay too gone, like Tiger Woods come thru strong and like D-Mas Im too flown//
Dead on Wax lyrical assassin y'all doubting us, but we out mashin, you about that life Im about action, this a piece of PIE, now you got fractions/
Now that you got it, this is abstraction…when are you gone learn we are all Blaqmen, I could make it rain but I'd rather cash in, just double L'n straight looking and laughing//
P.I.E. thats my claim to fame, Govinachi but you know my name, sipping Eastciders on the Westside, Im out the Nawfside, but this a South thang/
Impact rapper so the scouts hang, I leave rappers hanging by they house chains, Ol house Niggas.'scuse my slang, All you rap about is getting high and change//
Thats paper homie, known to have a lil bit of paper on me you a caking crony, straight killin you cloned sheep.I shepherd only, follow me @Nachimus.you can't clone me/
Ayyee.Im a bring it back to where the game suppose to be, even if that means puttin' you on posters 'G', posterize ya like Lebron or Kobe B., RIP to all you whose souls is cheap//
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