Atmosphere
Atmosphere - Lambslaughter lyrics
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(Sample...) Oh that is one sorry ass motherfucker What do you say there bob? Guy like that make it, yes or no Uh-huh, uh-huh. I'll have to tell you that's precisely what I saw I mean sometimes I can just look at a guy And I know, this fellas not gonna make it There's no fucking way, there's no fucking way (Slug) Man fuck this rap shit I should go back to whorin' Letting it loose Spreading my juice Catching my portions Cause this lifestyle is justice done As fucking your wife wild For the excitement of a buck With a torch and a crossbow I walk Through the corridors of hiphops castle Observing the personal battles I climb through with a blind mans additude My life is a mix tape an your stuck in a fucking interlude Who the hell are you You ressemble bait for the type of hatred that escaped From the center of hells lake Chained to two pillars, one attatched to each arm Ignore the voices til it's over and the devices keep calm This pain dates right past the hate cats honed Towards rap rocknroll soul and government control For as much as god loves me, because she loves ugly I'm still spittin it to see if that bitch will come and fuck me