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7L and Esoteric - Warning

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[Esoteric talking]
You motherfuckers
This is some murderous shit right here
It`s the E-S, 7L on the track
Potent somethin` through ya bean hat
Don`t try to pigeon hold me baby
You know the deal
About to black out on these motherfuckers
It`s like this, hey yo

[Verse 1]
We don`t pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
We ain`t the cats that you wanna fuck around with
Straight up, like a jump off
you make my skin crawl like a snake
I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral assassin
I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
Cash and girls are what motivates me
A small rapper like yaself is needin` safety
I don`t claim to be a thug
But that would mean a slug
For any faggo that`s givin` or receivin` love
I keep a glove in my right hand
So when I murder wid the mic
they won`t trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
You`re in the fryin` pan
I`m a violent man watchin` silence of the lambs
Ready to go out, and stab the jaws off ya mouth
I`m not the one to dis
I`m fearless like Parker than the deer hunter is
No doubt

[Hook]
You thug it out, cut it out
You fuck around we gon` slug it out, club it out
You playin` games we gon` shut you out
So now you know what we about
Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt

[Talking]
Y`all motherfuckers is actin` real fake right
Ya man`s land ain`t even that man
You ain`t livin` that life
You ain`t ready for that man, fall back

[Verse 2]
Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
Can`t fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
Handover the mic ya plan`s over tonight
Ain`t nobody flowin` as tight in y`all click
I`m to sick, to eat a dick
Ya can`t get wid the words that I spit
I rip, can`t stand none of this fake shit
This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury
While I`m spendin` cash on Fifth Ave you get tabbed, not a clue
Or the slightest inklin` of who you talkin` to
I slaughter you, my crew hit`s you on the face off
First of all shake the hate off
Claimin` that you paid when it`s my plates you ate off
The truth is you can`t afford to take a day off
You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
My dick you need to stay off
If punch lines were punch clocks you`d be laid off

Hook x2

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