MC HOLOCAUST — MARCH THIRTEENTH *1987 2018*

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[Intro: 80 Blocks From Tiffany’s]
«I’ve seen 12-gauge shotguns. I’ve seen 12-gauge, um, pumps. Um—.45, um, military special with clip on the street. I’ve seen, I’ve seen hand grenades. I’ve seen beer—beer-can, beer-can bazookas made. Damn things hit you, it’s just—just as getting hit with a gun. I’ll tell you, there’s—about things you think you’d never see on the street I’ve seen, I’ve seen dynamite on the street. I’ve seen all of this—you’d be surprised, man. Pretty soon, they gon’ steal a damn atom bomb»

[Sample: 2 Nes — Stang Wit A Bang]
Bone to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, mean of
Bone to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, mean of
Bone to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, mean of
Bone to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, blow for blow

Stitches deep in the ditches
Busta bitches there’s don’t find no hope
Bone to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, mean of that

I’ve been hit my tight, clickin’ on nigga
That puttin’ all that bullshit
Step with no weapon, now watch I would get you
A new wave of crucifix

That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up
That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up
That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up
That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up

[Verse: MC Holocaust]
I brought down to the ground
Catchin’ fools look at me
If you fuck me or you dumb
And don’t got that pimp between

Filled with drama fuck all dat shit
That I don’t think, I don’t touch
We are in a reality I’m not the human being
They put me

Six deep in the casket
I was [?]
Leave you stuck like the taxes nigga
But it’s not for me

Glock from my aim view
[?]
Come up from the junt
Gotta get what I want

Money wonder, when I ain’t
You can call me hit the bump
I bringing bitch you won’t
Have remorse, I’m kinda dumb

Mane, I hate this simple fact
That my homie didn’t gone
Once you left the Earth
But then your spirit will awoke

[Sample: 2 Nes — Stang Wit A Bang]
Stitches deep in the ditches
Busta bitches there’s don’t find no hope
Bone to scope, toe to toe
Blow for blow, mean of that

I’ve been hit my tight, clickin’ on nigga
That puttin’ all that bullshit
Step with no weapon, now watch I would get you
A new wave of crucifix

That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up
That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up
That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up
That mean you fucked up, so you gettin’ bucked up