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Screwball
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Torture
Yeah, mic check, turn my fuckin' mic up
Yo, this hip hop to the fullest, M.O.P
(Yeah)
Screwball nonstop
I'm not very conversational so whenever I'm facin' you
With my intensions is erasin' you, I'm lacin' you
Splatter your whole shit, we interview the whole clique
Bitch Brooklyn is out control with 'Torture'
Live nigga rap get clap, martial art me
Spray paint your body with hot words
From M-1's, AK's, Macks, Techs and Uzzies
M.O.P to Screw B, Brooknam to QB
Bringin' the gats, kill 'em with clap
Slugs fill 'em with that, drugs dealin' with cats
Torture, cross your hands is more rilla than that
Fuck around, it will cost you, Boss Man is torture
This is this is torture
Knock your head right the fuck off ya
Guns 'N' Roses, huh, whole spit, huh
Don't spit, huh, fourth-fifth is torture
Niggas gettin' shot up, niggas gettin' sliced up
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Ain't nothin' nice, what? What?
From the QB borough to the borough of Brooklyn
Uptown Manhattan, dirty Bronx and Staten
Niggas stay gun packin' and stupid actin'
9's and Mack 10's loaded up for action, torture
I don't give a fuck gettin' Henny up
Kickin' that thug shit y'all niggaz can't fuck with
Bringin' the gats, kill 'em with clap
Slugs fill 'em with that, drugs dealin' with cats
Torture, cross your hands is more rilla than that
Fuck around, it will cost you, Boss Man is torture
My shit is ghetto average, fuck livin' laborious
Fuck me around, put it down on some savage shit
I ain't havin' it whenever my automatic spit
Tragic hit those shall have the cabbage split, torture
Man, I'll smack the Glock off ya, choke you white out
My bombs holdin', the arms now is night out
My life is clef note cleverly written by skilled hand
The way I rhyme slay my rhymes a kill a man is torture
[Unverified]slugs, by the hand full put you in a land field
Amityville show you how the heads get steeled
Camel fields, I battle lay him on his face
In the gravel stompin' the place in the shadow, torture
Check what the gun do
Put a whole pack in you, one, two
Pop slugs and hot thugs will rock mugs
Gun smokes steam from his clothes when he got mugged, yo
Bringin' the gats, kill 'em with clap
Slugs fill 'em with that, drugs dealin' with cats
Torture, cross your hands is more rilla than that
Fuck around, it will cost you, Boss Man is torture
Bringin' the gats, kill 'em with clap
Slugs fill 'em with that, drugs dealin' with cats
Torture, cross your hands is more rilla than that
Fuck around, it will cost you, Boss Man is torture
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