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UNKLE – Drums Of Death lyrics
Styles like Al Pacino
Reno until the carcelino
The mad Dino with the Cambino, the Gambino
Digger than Jim Colisemo
More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, brown as Nino
Making the block hotter than jalapenos

G. Luciano
Be wettin' shit like piece in 'casino'
Fifty dollar cigar seer
The cosnia, the mafia
Don p. like Garcia
Drug czar and the baby-pah beater
The m-8 behind the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama skier
Down with the Parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam with arms
'cause the hollow-points and phenomenon

The cheddar-spreader
The killer with the gold carretta
N-leader
The sweater-letter with the hollow letter
Drama-setter
The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and mama
Shredder

Infra-red clow off the armor better
The godfather, the problem solver
Coming through with the 6 shell revolver
Hot as lava

Guns skills that reel and in the 'ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the motherfuckin' face carver
Drums of death hold your breath
Give you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
The underworld family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the shoulder-holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but n-s + chicanos

You get hit up like castrelano
Italiano like crime familia
N- don't get familiar
Me and my goons might have to kill you
Up in new york
We play bloodsports at home court
And hold down forts

Soon as ya caught, get your dome torched
G rap and dj shadow leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home court
Give you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk

Surrounded by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking section
First-class tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where n-s never rest in
Headed in hell's direction

Lost at the crossroads and intersection
Should've wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of butch cassidy
Bitch n- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motherfuckin' tragedy
Drums of death
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Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad Dino with the Cambino, the Gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino Scales for Venezuela, brown as Nino Making the block hotter than jalapenos G. Luciano Be wettin' shit like piece in 'casino' Fifty dollar cigar seer The cosnia, the mafia Don p. like Garcia Drug czar and the baby-pah beater The m-8 behind the bar-freer The poughkenoughs, the panama skier Down with the Parmesan Ready to comb like Vietnam with arms 'cause the hollow-points and phenomenon The cheddar-spreader The killer with the gold carretta N-leader The sweater-letter with the hollow letter Drama-setter The patmeretta gettin' redder kids and mama Shredder Infra-red clow off the armor better The godfather, the problem solver Coming through with the 6 shell revolver Hot as lava Guns skills that reel and in the 'ville I be the barber Gangster saga, the motherfuckin' face carver Drums of death hold your breath Give you a dose of shit that's dope as soda The underworld family cosa-nostra Pearl-handle inside the shoulder-holster G. Luciano with a click but nothin' but n-s + chicanos You get hit up like castrelano Italiano like crime familia N- don't get familiar Me and my goons might have to kill you Up in new york We play bloodsports at home court And hold down forts Soon as ya caught, get your dome torched G rap and dj shadow leave your bone squashed Squeeze the chrome short, take no shorts We judge and jury in the home court Give you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk Surrounded by mad pedefors Your whole frame laid in the white chalk You got the smoking section First-class tickets to resurrection Forever destined to a place where n-s never rest in Headed in hell's direction Lost at the crossroads and intersection Should've wore a vest for chest protection Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the dance Someone with the hand velocity of butch cassidy Bitch n- with the audacity to blaspheme me Got yourself caught in a motherfuckin' tragedy Drums of death Explain Request ×



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