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Brothers of Destruction
(This is a story about four relevent guys, whom the hotties all love, and the guys all dispise!)
Excuse me! Sorry for the interuption.
We've arrived, call us the brothers of destruction.
Skip the introduction. When we promise something.
May have broke some hearts, but better than nothing.
You know it's payday.
Cuz chicks call us baby.
Our lives been a relay.
Can we replay? Not today.
We still number one though.
Will these hos go?
When we ride solo.. Somtimes!
Don't take this to heart.. This this!
Just get on this grind.
Rock those hips to this rhyme.
All you see is our dark.
But when you fall apart, and your heart fuckin' shatters.
There we stand, and make you fuckin' matter.
You can all be deadly, I hope you're fuckin' ready.
Let us begin. With this sin, your sex is medicore. My sex is a ten!
She said: Make my neck bleed and my pussy wet, so I arched her over and made her skin drip sweat!
I roll vip. Ladies reconize me, they tell me lustfully.
I'm free to be free. Rockin' the flag of the Army.
Two doses to see, two doses of me, I hit harder then XTC.
What you got on Mamba?
What you got on us?
There's no discuss
Of current lust.
So take that fuss..
To some other place.
No. It's not distastful.
He woulda' remembered your name if it wasn't such a mouthful!
He sits there monitoring..
All your pondering.
He can't wait to reap, violent not discreat.. with this beat.
Quick to silence you, with maleviolence too.
Will destroy fu, rapidly.. He goes by Tony.
But it's Mamba to you, while he is rocking the Fu.
He has BKB on one shoulder, and a sin on the other.
Got shit to say? Get Fuct, mothafucka'!
RIP.. Here lays JD.
Back from the grave, you will see.
His demonic identity!
Lie or cheat, and a blog you'll be.
Void of decenty
He is the heart of Fu.
Connected to everything you do.
Take his trust, hell protect you.
Break his trust, he'll destroy Fu.
Black shades cover eyes, Liars he dispise.
In the end you realize, you matter if he decides!
Pickles got that cap rocked a quarter tilt.
Feelin' like a quarter mil.
He'll have you feelin' ill, To him no big deal.
Got Babii on his side, so here's the drill.
A friend to all, but a demon, head high.
Don't bring the drama, because that shit don't fly.
Always a great guy. Will meet you eye to eye.
Break that trust, and die fucker die.
Goes that extra mile, even vile. Been waiting around awhile.
VIII LTC.
