Three Bullets

By Snowgoons

On Kraftwerk

Released on December 7, 2010

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[Verse One: Esoteric]

I’m automatically erratically radical

Ratify my strategy when I’m attacking the Capitol

Funny rappers are laughable

You ain’t violent you vaginal

I’m the mass mastermind of mass murder your mask done give up

Surpassed past my prime I’m international

I fly casual Dirk Nowitzki with the sick three

I’m magical, heavy blast, machete slash

Esoteric serve rappers like Steffi Graf

You’d rather tongue kiss Rosie O’Donnell

Than face me as your arch rival like BK to McDonald’s

Follow, peace to my man Illegal

I got an ill eagle that’s illegal in the States, its beak decapitates

Don Cheadle, War Machine great

I hit the studio at 7:30, leave at 8

I walked out piece like this , I don’t need a plate

German engineering steering my own fate

[Hook: Qualm] {x2}

I paint vividly visions that create misery

That make history like the bullet that slayed Kennedy

Take viciously, rape, pillage, and make enemies

Create imagery the second we make energy


[Verse Two: Mykill Miers]

Ladies and gentlemen, you have never witnessed a

Rhyme minster whose raps style is so sinister

Kinda like a surgeon’s incision when I get into ya

Trying to injure ya, fuck that trying to get rid of ya

I’m inhospitable, put you in a hospital

When I spit a few hot noodles trying to kill you though

Give you a lyrical attack, spit it like a MAC

Eleven, send you to Heaven with seven in your back

The Randy Couture of this rap culture

When I’m done nothing left but I wrote yours

Oh sure everybody say they got flows

But they don’t wanna test cause they know I start wars

A lot of y’all is whack as fuck

Have you hooked up to machines that sound like trucks backing up

Disaster their ass with no sign of FEMA

Killed everybody in one shot, Hiroshima


[Hook]


[Verse Three: Timkbo King]

Hey yo my whole clique get it in, call us grind liners

You will always be a water boy for the sideliners

Fashion designers ask me to do the honors

Got groupies in pajamas yelling this is your vagina

Royal fam catalogue where’s the co-signers?

Grown man doing shows in front of all minors

Sixteen and seventeen call me their favorite

You know me, Morpheus, I starred in the Matrix

Modern day ancient racing in spaceships

You can see Oasis mouthpiece spitting lasers

High rollers, dice shooters, no it’s not Vegas

Interviewing famous, how much for them gauges?

I love it when them haters second guess, underrate us

Metal Fingers, Rhymesayers, those are my neighbors

The rabbit in a hat is a trick you half made

It’s Beach Boys surfs up until the next wave


[Hook]