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  • Текст песни Onix - Betta Off Dead

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    Onyxxx.......

    #They tried to poison the fetus

    #We gonna check it out like this

    #All hell

    The high exalted

    Yo

    My mother f**king name is fredro starr

    You know what I'm saying?

    I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther f**king greasiest

    And my mother f**king nigga sticky the f**king fingaz

    You know what I'm saying?

    Yo sonee

    Step to your mother f**king business nigga...word up

    Verse 1:

    I'm not the type to be flabbergasted

    But all my doubters mastered

    It ain't a matter bastard

    Rule my hazard

    Niggaz get blasted

    Soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order

    Who want it?

    We got what your looking for

    F**k you gonna do now, money

    Cause this the sonee

    Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister

    I get downright deprived on them niggaz

    We rob z's

    Gimme all these, y'all niggaz

    Puss!

    Whats the matter? I rush

    Bum rush you better rise

    And assult and catapult

    Like a bullet

    I shot shit

    The figure hurter

    Word to murder

    Rippin the master

    Will make you back up from them further

    Hold up the press

    Heres comes the mess

    Worship the best

    Or die like the rest

    You have the right to remain violent

    Aaauuuggghh

    Anything you say can and will be use against you to kill!

    I'm a tyrant

    Strinking like a viking

    A knight in shining armor

    Jumping for the sauna

    The rough rhymer

    Suicidal like nirvana

    The end of your world is just beginning

    Theres no winning in my inning

    The dead things cannot effect the living

    So I trip into the winds

    Of the ghetto bad weather

    I'm lost in the desert, but the storm blows me on

    Never talk to a stranger

    Everybodys in grave danger

    Me and my people just shot ya anger!

    F**k dat...ya better off dead!

    Considered less than a god, but more than a man

    I can knock down a mule like conan the barbarian

    With my mental powers and my sixth sense

    That can raise a dead crowd into a live audience

    (so get the f**k out the way)

    Ooh, and get your ass cut

    Cause if you go to jail they probably make a pussy out ya butt

    (no doubt)

    Heres the clip witches know it's a black stone

    Its a matter that shatter your track bone

    Score to get to life

    I'm concise

    Niggaz get done up precise

    Cut up fine

    And f**ked up real nice

    We made up mean jamaica

    And die like the lakers

    Faking jack was mackin backwards

    With the front in black got tactics

    Straight from the desert-(queens)

    Where niggaz is desperate

    So I'm takin mines from the entrance to the exit

    (get a life)

    F**k dat ya betta off dead!

    (get a life)

    F**k dat ya betta off dead!

    Verse 3:

    Cover me, I'm going in

    Move em in take em out

    The time when niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle

    Its too late to pray I'm selling one way tickets to hell

    No one tell is what you punk niggaz yell Like-wah wah!

    Thats the sound of your bitch ass hurtin

    Black start attackin back-i'm still hurtin

    Sticky come on come on well...

    So all let up on the fact

    That I'm a nigga that can just beat your mother f**king ass

    To hurt your feelings

    Cause your shit is trash

    Too many people like me

    Cause they're not worthy

    Destruct my coalition

    Its a demolition derby

    Through all that spit you talk

    And make the mic smell like saliva

    Yuck! you need to retire

    Resign

    I'm ahead of my time

    In my prime

    One of a kind

    And out of my mind!

    And ain't nothin in this

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