FillayNordes - Backstab
The leader of the pack, embrace enemies with backstabs
Your local drug dealer, with dope straight from crack labs
Senators take bribes or die next time speaking on a pulpit
Mortals never survive after a few death rolls with full clips
Medieval torture, they talk in exchange for the deathblow
Drain the veins with meth, while smoking a cigarette slow
New Orleans looters, unseen shooters, keep the lines thin
Leave the traitors surprised with bullets from nines within
Double check the list; ak-47s, ski masks and trenchcoats
Tech troops; if it moves shoot that blood stench provokes
Righteous men is lost breed, we all about stacking chips
Give support when lowering their caskets, lacking scripts
God hates us, Jesus won’t save us by doing that homerun
Still he praying with his head pressed to the chrome gun
Overthrown warlords, but this throne still in a tight grip
Roar like hordes, don’t test the don, might ignite and flip
OG’s are packing flare guns, goodfellas still the fair ones
Guns up and march to that last piece of turf, spare none...
"I'll get the mexicans to fuck up Xzibit again if he don't pimp my ride" - Celph Titled
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