Hypnotized Minds / Profit Posse
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Aw yeah, the scariest motherfuckin'
Klan and the motherfuckin' who run this
The good, the motherfuckin' ugly, it's Prophet Posse nigga
Who up in this motherfucker?
You got Lord Infamous, the Scarecrow Kaisers
Yeah nigga MC motherfuckin' Mack for life, Killa Klan bitch
Scam motherfuckin' Man, bitch
Crunchy motherfuckin' Black up in this bitch, what's up nigga?
Yeah, Juiceman up in this motherfucker
Take you all to the motherfuckin' floor ho
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca, the motherfuckin' Terror Club of Thugs
Gangsta Boo, N-O-G, it's on, you motherfuckin' ho
Being down, shut the fuck up bitch, it don't make a sound
Body found underground, don't fuck with mentally real
So I'm takin' the bullshit from these trizzicks
So you best to witness this
'Cause I can afford to go back and forth
And tax the court order for me to kick this shit
Trizzicks don't take a fuck while spittin' your flesh
Bullet missed and they crack they crack
Fuck them god damn bitches
And that's not all, they gonna fall
Brother headin' to war, breakin' jaws
Y'all know I'm packin' laws
You pussy ass niggas claimin' Prophet the posse dawg
I love all my faces, ready to quickly erase
One of y'all haters done lost y'all taste
One of y'all niggas done lost y'all faith
Yes I hate when you hate
Yes I love when you love
But I'll put a hole in you
Leave you layin' in a pool of blood, nigga
Look at all the shit that I have done
And look at all the shit that we've been through
Reminisce on hoes that I have broke
And think of them new things I will do
I be the MC Mack for life
Matter of fact I'm standin' on my own
I stack that cheese and make your loot
Gotta flip them dollars, sometimes we chrome
But on the come up it's always somethin'
Knowin' all of that always brings you down
No matter how much I rap about haters
Niggas just like me, stares and frowns
I'm bound to break it on down like a quarter pound
Niggas that eat 'til the shit has speak
Killa Klan Kaze, Terror Club thugs
We on the creep, puttin' tricks to sleep, Killa Klan
Criminal minded nigga, kamikaze dwellin' in my soul
Crazy as a stank man but you niggas just don't hear me though
Devil shit is what I do, man I just don't give a fuck
Trizzicks with that shit, that might you hoes can catch a fuckin' slug
Clickin' is the stank man, I'm stickin'
Like a motherfuckin' murder man
Droppin' bitches in my stash, we hear that fuckin' iron blast
Easily this posse creep, 'cause we have no L-O-V-E
So we'll watch you burn in our pits
They always ask me, "Do you worship the Devil?"
And sometimes I think they see the horns on my head
Why must you even question what I believe in?
Silly mortal you, face the third most
Powerful force in the galaxy, Satan dreads
Your very essence burns your soul, you ask me, "Do I worship that?"
Bitch I'm Keyser Soze, I believe I hate you worse than that
Wish I could let every nuclear missile check in on all course
Let the men with trumpets and the horses feel my evil force
Look in the eyes of a mad man, shoot 'em in the head man
Loco, lonely, cocoa black, stunner ballin', call it Killa Man
Shoot a man with slugs when I'm full of drugs and I dare to bitch
Cock 'em up, throw your colors up with your fuckin' click
Bustin' on you hoes sippin' Gatorade Hennessy
My entourage deep, straight from Hypnotize Tennessee
Fuck with me, double casualty, turn to catastrophe
Shellackin' these killers backin' me up in my faculties
It's gangsta, it's gangsta
Weak niggas perpetratin' thug roles
But really punk hoes, starin' at the snub nose
Barrel, I say motherfuck those
Lames get these slug holes when you slip bitch
Should've been on your ten toes
Watchin' out for the enemy
Violator don't say shit to me
Eyes tighter than a Chinese from this Hennessy
Murder me if you get the first up on your trigger, nigga
I stand by myself when it come to handlin' business
Them thangs on the shelf and they drank that keep me spinnin'
And when a nigga start, best believe the Juice gon' finish
I feel like Jeffrey Dahmer, choppin' bodies in the kitchen
I walk around, I'm in a fuckin' daze like a killer
With a.357 to my head (Squeeze the trigger nigga)
Not sayin' that I wanna kill myself, on the for reala
Had eight in two weeks and I'm lookin' like the Thriller
Hypnotize, C-H-A-M-P posse
Hypnotize, C-H-A-M-P posse
Hypnotize, C-H-A-M-P posse
Hypnotize, C-H-A-M-P posse