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Prince Of Tennis - War Party (Feat. Horror City) lyrics

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War Party (Feat. Horror City) by Prince Of Tennis

Featuring Horror City
I'm that dope up in your brain with syringes
Comin through kickin doors off the f**kin hinges
I'm in this like forty fiends on seven day ventures
Comin with my family offend the great beginners
The slender of a never ending back bender
My agenda be the legal tender blue fox in the winter
Say it with me yes mad style in the streets
b**ches that be blowin up my hip with mad reaps
Murder me? You musta never f**kin heard of me
I get thank you letters for my mind, you see, I'm fillin vacancies
And don't even mention surgery, because they awarded me
For bein a man who do the most to boost the industry
Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me
Now it's singletary, now imagine me, an entity (uuhhhh!)
If I cut you through, you not bleed
If I bust up in a guts, douching out ?????
I hear the silent dope fiends scream
It's gotta mean somebody's scheme, on the stash again
I'm spittin hollow points like phlegm
I'd probably bring a friend but he'd say
ease, I'm driftin off in the galaxies
Feel the sea freeze throughout vicinities, eeaaaww!!
While prophecies that kick the sky splits
Omigod, droppin clips is this the end?
Forever I'll be never injured, why because the devil had me shook
I'm shakin, this evil spirits takin flesh is bakin in
Here's a, special delivery, of the pain and misery
Can you maintain it? The degrees of temperature can be caused
I'm the guy that pulls the wool over your eyes, and move
I watch streets, the 45s in the skies, and be
Whatever y'all call that, that bridges the gap
And in suspended animation and reality rap
Picture like Kodak, and wax floors clean, is Kojak
Engine Novak, or front row wigs get blow back
Deacon, comin up the reel with the wicked
Two felony convicted, college ?verbisin?
Murderin, open up your guts kid, what?
I'm diesel like three fifty, woke up with mad cuts
and don't give a f**k
I snatch the soul out your back, so how you figure
You could hold your f**kin own, you're a clone
Alone in the world know ?I Gender B?
Once a friend of me, now we're known as bitter enemies
Check it, check it
We charge up like a nine volt, drama beef
You better hold I pack a 45 Colt with a mad kick
Cause when I lit, the ho's got snitch
You better duck quick before you get your shirls knicked split
I blaze knock this one, it's on it's on, for reals
Steel pull out, call my bluff, a nigga fade to sear
In a second or a minute I reckon I be in it
Put all rings for high beams tanks ?????????
Enough of this S and M
Them leather wearin b**ches whippin men
>From a corner of a dead end, I can't forget my dead friends
And that's what makes my brain sporadic
Plus I got a bad habit, of mixin alcohol with automatics
Who got static? I came to set it off and get this party started
Those who provoke, is gettin choked, I aint no f**kin joke
My friends won't go anywhere with me, anyone in the vicinitiy
Charged with conspiracy get death by electricity
Niggas get confused, not knowin what I'ma do
I sit and wait for niggas to make an ill-advised move
I save the way that could be from here to there
Bustin shots, some secluded spots you don't know where
So where art thou, where art thou
Talkin about your dead family members, pal, don't f**k around
Or for cryin out loud, tellin' you now from Jump Street
Whoever steps up I'm leavin them bleedin' profusely

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