Black Market

Brotha Lynch Hung

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    i put my hands in my pocket
    they jingle cuz they full of change
    and sometimes being broke make your father straight
    but i got a better grip on myself
    so i avoid being played short like an elf
    bust a side bust her in the head
    then watch all of y'all come runnin out scared
    im tryin to stack the grips that dont let me hit this dick
    cuz if i hit this dick ima shoot me a bitch
    fuck it, bang bang, 5 minutes later the cops came
    im settin up shop for the black market
    so if i aim at your mark ass you a target
    told you that i come, but i came insane
    though im play still killas scramblin the niggas brains
    if you gotta go we gotta go i like the 6'4
    im pullin GTA's it aint yours no more
    then i tell em to strip it down and leave nothing but the frame
    then im gon' sell my cousin the gold thangs
    cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
    more money more money for black market

    we on the black market, yeah x3

    creepin, move whats with us in the dark
    there aint no stoppin once a nigga start
    it aint nothin new,up under the sun for days and days
    under the moon is where i was born and raised
    and doomed for life, there aint no daylight
    i lvoe it murderin mothafuckas in the night
    and deuced up ready to make his mark underground target
    hooked up with black market
    shit gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper and PIT
    platinum, Mr rR Lynch Hung
    we do yo ass in good just for fun
    15 hitchs in yo ass bitch
    take it and love it but i aint talkin bout no dick
    14 suns and moons somthin you can assume
    that on the 15th marks my day for doom
    buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions
    eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin with my grip
    you find your ass dead in a graveyard
    and ima continue on my way

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    well if you see me chewin baby guts low
    would ya choke
    i vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat
    peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit
    i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit
    im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6
    i fiend for dead pussy on my dick
    i got dust and i dont give a fuck about yo biatch
    that nigga thats from the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat
    baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh
    dont make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts
    get ate out like a day and crooked teeth hurt
    i pulled that tampax string out and straight couldnt work
    it wouldnt work without that sicc
    so page a nigga quick so i can serve you some of that shit
    and have you murderin your bitch violently
    ive been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla
    its that empty killa
    aint the bitch mr doc D double O M
    in hella heat
    niggas im gone, i need another dose of human meat
    i lift the creed, and black market death by the scene
    as that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to get ya in yo sleep

    we on the black market yeahh x3

    you let yo eyes upon my fo-fo
    and notice every curve and my strap
    as the tears roll down
    flash of life as you fade to black
    if that gat wasnt all up in yo face
    reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith
    replaced, take it down to the south
    get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family
    its kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
    and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah!
    never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand
    back with the fo-fo mag!
    that niggas life wont last
    keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat
    dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke
    no joke im safe from pain all day
    all im askin for your mothafuckin grip in exchange
    one to the brain in the throat, out the skull
    from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself
    now ya niggas know
    one more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr death
    Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market
    death murder when they suck a big dick

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    Composición: Joe Zawinul y Friedrich Hollaender

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