[Intro]

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Trigga Tonquez

Loc Saint...

Twisted Insane...

MurdaScriptz...

Eric C the Tempa Tantrum...

Cock back...

[Hook: Loc Saint]

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune

Everybody step back gimme room

Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom

Next up that automatic Trigger from the state called Tha’Wash

Loc Saint unload your clip tongue flip and let your trigger shoot off

[Verse 1: Loc Saint]

Buckin' and ruckin' to pull it, fuck it we nuck it or bullet

You better be duckin' or you’ll be struck in the gullet when I

Suck in the air and prepare for symbolic, erratic and manic

In a panic, harder than granite and with a

Finger up on the trigger to pick up what I'm packin' and you

Better get 'em up, hit 'em up, wet 'em up

Are you ready for the dump of the rounds? Now spit 'em up

'Bout to go down

Trigga tongue throw down

I'm a K-9 headed for the vein line bit 'em up

Ripple through the body with a riddle that I made up

Riddle with a little venom in 'em get sprayed up

Griddle A plus on the flesh get ya grade up

Trigga (hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes

I swear they can't breathe so I gotta take a second

To reload to wreck it in mega mode before my lungs seize

(Yeah right)

Tap into the bad percent of me

Buckin like an automatic with a static anatomy

In my manic in a panic on a radical battery in a battle with a

Rattle from the tip of the tongue that knows none but

Saddlin' up and spittin' so much rhythm outta me I'm bout to

Scatter my guts and put the mainstream rappers on the

Platter with a side of Adobada and I wanna eat 'em

Up 'cause the tracks are wack and weak as fuck

Set 'em all up, call 'em all out

Raining down upon the game like a nuke with a catastrophic fallout

Then we suited up Loc, Twisted Insane, Murda and Tempa to kick 'em all out

I reloaded my trigga to count the kills

When I'm floating my figures be getting bigger by the thrills

Inside of my mind you'll find Jimmy riggin the wheels

Centered within many of my various skills

Everybody getting chills when I make em all feel

That compatible Hannibal real deal

With the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled

My tongue straight back and started crackin' off steel

I'mma open the lips and load clips that'll get ya focused

To note just how the Loc comes real

Wrote this with a opus come and quote this

Trigga finger itchy so I scratched to kill

[Hook: Loc Saint]

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune

Everybody step back gimme room

Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom

Next up that maniac trigger from the state they call killer Cali

Twisted Insane unload yo clip and show em all how you rally

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]

Choppin' anybody with karate as I pull up on 'em

Poppin', everybody droppin', some of them are really runnin'

Still I'm feelin' gravy, I'm up in the cemetery, when you

Finished with the millimeter homie I will still be gunnin'

Bust 'em when I kick in door watch 'em with the shit

People really wonderin' like who the fuck I'm with

I don't really get it so I keep a wicked trigger finger

Feelin' hella itchy, I'mma pull on this bitch

I hit 'em with the shit that make a nigga wanna get up out his seat and mess around a mothafucka like a rabbit

Only if I could a been a nigga workin' at a Mickey D's, double cheese but the spit is automatic

Homie it could be erratic with the devastation

Posted with the fiends

Im a sickling

When I rip beings

Never ping

When the clip sing

Hear the phone ring

Let your team get the beasting underground king

I'mma lean on a nigga

Black mask toe tag so sad

When I hit beans on a nigga

I remember when it used to be cool

But that was way before the ratchet bitch put rings on a nigga

Hit 'em with the trigger when I spit and I don't really care if anybody walk away with Samhain shit

They can eat a fucking dick, I'm it

Hit 'em with a bullet, put 'em in the trunk and hop up in the whip

Then move to the wind

Grippin up on a motherfuckin .40

And I'm faded off the juice and the gin

Loosin' the swim

Doin' bout' a hunned' fifty moving through the night

Nigga who's gonna win?

Wasted

I don't really know if I'mma make it

I'mma fucking try it to be at the location

Bathe in a bitch guts right before I cut

Pardon me if I keep anybody waiting

I'm in the fast lane with the pedal to the metal doin' about a hundred eight

Wait, don't wanna be late

Shit, I'mma push through the night

Homie, I don't really wanna miss the brains on my plate

Remain hella great

Probably cuz' I always keep my zip to my own

And my lips on a bong

Anybody wanna go against that, hit 'em up

Make a muthafucka feel the clip from the chrome!

[Hook: Loc Saint]

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune

Everybody step back gimme room

Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom

Next up that fully loaded Trigga from the state they call Wash Town

MurdaScriptz unload yo clip and show em how you get down

[Verse 3: MurdaScriptz]

Murda kill em with the venom like a fully automatic

Send em packing into panic when they end up in the attic

With machetes for the battle

Cause you gunners busting

Sum it up it fits better when you fucking with the devil

The militia busting naval

Cause your navy's so [?]

But you never want a runner

I was raised to be a rebel

I dishevel anybody that will bring it to the table

If you tipping with the label then I'm gunnin' through your navel

And I'm out to get the paper, if you get into my way

I'mma shank you with the razor, disappear into the vapor

I'm an animal I take it back

A pistol like a prissy person

Levitate the baby then you know I can disable

Now you ready for the maggots anybody will remember

How I did it body kill it in a minute I'mma finish

With the sickest in the Valley, shoot my [?] into a rival

Poppin' triggers and deliver ammunition off the rifle

I'm a psycho

Take a battle and you battle like a rattle

When I'm sick enough to bite I'll get aggressive like a wonder

That'll stop you gonna tell us sitting dirt

Then a temple

I'm a tier Christian

Busting like a taffy in the turf

Feel the power when it kinda busting

Automatic thunder

Never wind up in the belly cause it's just to be a gutter

Better go and find your cover I'm a fucking helicopter

Chopping other motherfucker if he thinking that he's tougher

Pissing I will get it when I spit it to a sucker

And if others try to profit I will cut em like a butter

Cut em in to pieces then send em to the mother

No, another body missing better come up undercover

Then I can depend it when they cut up with a sawed off

And if anybody really wanna come and have a problem

We can settle the vendetta when I pull out the beretta

Put 'em in a body bag in the acid with a saw

So you better step back when the gat blast

Finger on the trigger when I bust and I rush to attack that

When it pop on the block like a black hammer

Scriptz, Loc Saint, Insane and the Tantrum

Fit to get upended with a fifty and a strap blast

Feel the wrath of a killer

Trigger matic and it's like that

Trigga Tonguez on a mission with a vision for the fast rap

Ready for collision when the guns go bap bap

[Hook: Loc Saint]

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune

Everybody step back gimme room

Make sure that all your safetys off and the hammers cocked back to go boom

Next up that machine gun trigger from the state of Colorado

Tempa Tantrum unload your clip just like you stepped into battle

[Verse 4: Eric C. The Tempa' Tantrum]

It's that

Colorado demon killer comin' to kill every demon up inside of your body

Reppin' the name of the Father in Heaven when I be covered up in the blood of a ?juvie? to attack Illuminati

Steppin' up into the party and pullin' out a fully automatic weapon

That be ready for whenever you thinking that you be ready to go to war with a brother from Colorado

Because I'ma hit 'em up with a million bullets

Yeah

With the weapon of the warfare then I be takin' the shots with they carnal

Steadily, my league up in the heavenly father when I be slippin' the clip and breakin' every one of your strongholds

T-t-t-Tantrum feeling the holy spirit up inside of me

Demons better get ready to run

See the devil up inside of you making your body shake and be the one that rippin' it when you bumpin' your gums

Ain't nobody that be steppin' to the wisdom of the father, gotta get rid of any demon that wanna argue

Rippin' the tongue up outta your mouth, lookin' dressed to kill

I got a Colombian necktie for you, haha

I already know one day we be winnin'

Coppin' the W because the Father in Heaven given his only begotten to be crucified on the cross for my sins, couple of days later arisen

Pull the trigger let the Glock sing

Pop bang

Hot flame

Octane

Not playin'

Y'all lame

Christ reigns

You better believe it the day He finna be comin', everybody finna look up at the sky

Watchin' the Father in Heaven comin' up outta the clouds on a white horse, already knowin' I'm finna ride