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Bush Dead Meat

Your dead meat Your dead meat Your dead meat Your It's your dead meat from former days I am your crisis Blue asbestos in your veins I'm your broken fingers

your dead meat your dead meat your dead meat your your dead meat from former days I am your crisis blue asbestos in your veins I'm your broken fingers

hunt of a job they stood that blizzardy wind. Hungry and cold they knocked on the doors of the workin' people around For a piece of meat and a carrot

a butcher and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood let a man Then I come along on the feet of man And half way laugh and cry 'bout the meat

this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch, it's because I ain't a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush I

him who tell him seh me a frien him (one sentence). Lawd-a-mercy (another line goes here, not sure what hes sayin) So wah, Well 1. Boy now ya dead and inna bush

paying no taxes I'll stick your girl, agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum status, rampage I'm the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead

I'm paying no taxes I'll stick your girl, Agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead

FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!! Hit it from the back and blow out that bush Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing Know my bitches from they taggles