Nazareth Savage

Lyrics

I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum
 Plus they ass-lick, summer house be sippin' rum
 Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days
 In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze
 I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
 That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off
 The infrastructure caves in, amazin'
 I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men
 Serve niggas, bird niggas speakin' reckless
 When their momma love the kid's records, I made
 You gutless, you don't know struggle
 Throw a couple shells at you, hell grabs you
 Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
 I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen
 Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand
 I'ma guide you like a O.G. but don't talk, don't get it confused
 'Cause none of y'all can fit in my shoes
 Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions
 God'll forgive you bastards
 Only if y'all repent to the Nazareth Savage
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 I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?
 Form a crew, swallow 40 cal bullets after dinner's finished
 Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full of scrilla
 Can't come close to, Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah
 You're pint-sized, I'm Mike's eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it
 You scared to look too long at, sit on a Don's lap
 I tell you a story, shorty, spicy like Lawry's
 Chicken-heads and orgies, criminals that draw heat in their late 40s
 Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours
 Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with black eyes
 Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys
 Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage
 You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage
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 Son's back with flows, they say mine is very scary
 Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies
 And all of y'all wear that same aroma
 How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
 You're wack nigga, face it
 In the history of the game, you have no placement
 Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or this celebrity
 Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth
 But when the sun go south, them guns come out
 My cavalry woulda been through ten in your skin
 Casualty, you don't wanna be, don't want it with me
 Straight savage
 

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Duration
02:40
Key
8
Tempo
123 BPM

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