Blammers And Burners (Acapella) - Tech N9ne

Molotov an' I’m offin' 'em in a coffin for the double crossin'

We toss em off in tha mossy talkin' boss when he solvin' 'em

We causin' problem after problem we got 'em

Put them at the bottom in the sodom column we fraud 'em we shot 'em

Is anybody listenin', I’m on a mission to dig his ditch 'n

picture many christening with the pistol 'n poppin

the second I’m 'bout to cock it, get ready for the rocket then it’s off with

his head

He runninn off with the mouth then he dead

Straight raw wit it, I’ma get saw wit it

Rip a little snitch when he drippin' now bitch crawl in it

tattle-tale and you got the whole hood shook

tell the people we evil that the whole hood cook, that is no good look

the penalty for the pussy that put us in penitentiaries, rolled, shook, whooped

his motherfuckin' ass for givin' posed good crooks

We put’em in a section where there was no good books

Understandable why your body is flammable handle your famo with ammo nigga

animaly cannibal

Man oh man I’ma damage every stran' of botanicals with Barry Manilow playin'

man my hand is mechanical

stuck repeatedly heated me and serviced 'n cheated me

so he bleeded immediately depleted me deity

Creepy I’m feeling deeply when I’m speaking of sleeping the recently deceased

peeps, he defeated so easily

hush when you’re rollin through KC-MO, better bust or they gonna lose they

people

Nigga killa city we hella for real and gritty itty bitty you shitty we let the

stray heat go

anybody trying get over can never see us

put your money over your mouth or get beat up

bloody murder we got it comin through your speakers

tecca ninna with crooked I bustin niggas and we just