Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | Primal~the Rap Achilles~

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal~the Rap Achilles~ |

| 2. Bullet Dynamics feat. Selph |

Primal*

chorus:

...50 cal, .44 or jet propelled/

either way we dangerous

wit Gun specs and shells/

RichNice and Ness/

wit hollows for necks/

come thru skeed up, hollowin sets/

age nine i had the twenty two for 13 year kids/

little gun, wouldn't even get a thirteen year bid/

dig..

i'd get off cuz the fact that i'm young/

so it woulda been easy to skate free wit a clap to your lung/

don't act like you dumb, the laws was different/

and i had more pop wit da right of the thumb finger than a sparklin mystic/

kinda autistics wit a teurette personality/

rodney king woulda rather had police and the feds best brutality/

cuz hollow points is out now and no vests can stand a tech/

spittin those to a victims nose or when they landin on a chest/

at it's best, a .50 cal would rip off a rib/

and i got a twelve guage, the type that'll rip off your kid/

bitch, not the one walkin streets that'll fall and crumble/

but the one in your stomach like a spralled up bundle/

the funnel on a rifle wit the M and the 6 is so sick/

precise shot just take small skin tip off your lips/

chorus:

...50 cal, .44 or jet propelled/

either way we dangerous

wit Gun specs and shells/

RichNice and Ness/

wit hollows for necks/

come thru skeed up, hollowin sets/

Selph

I stay elegant/armed,

macaroni hands,

shells at da end of its arms,

n bust more nuts than an elephants mom/

coch it back, B|>

we only aim at the top of hats,

and we put a price on ya jersey like Honus Wag/

I dont think ya cats really could kill me,

i'll make you skip on stage,

and end ya career like milli vanilli/

I stay strap'd when rollin thru philly,

Ness n Nice life pillars the way we stay holding up buildings/

chill bitch and put a hold on ya feelings...

before we spiderman ya ass and have you holding the ceiling/

HANDS UP,

we succed ya plans suck,

ya fag/chumps think i'm speakin of sex,

when i say my mans bust/

too bad you dont know nann punk...

I'll have you wobble'n like a injured penguin with its hands tucked/

so next time I put da glock to ya temple,

you'll be like a caught kurrupt cop,

ya only option is settle/

I'm nice, ya niggaz had to hate,

well good luck,

cuz i'm bout to have u see'n more blood than a plasma bank/

I could even give models ma 9,

n still have red stuff drippin from da top of ya head like a bottle of wine/

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