Fair One, Part 1 Children of the Corn
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[Bloodshed]
Yo, don't cross the line if you afraid of the gauge
I smell your pussy, see the bitch runnin down your leg nigga
You fuckin' with a well known felon, I do more than just leave ya swellin
I'll blast you in your melon and leave you smellin
[Cam'Ron]
Plus I'm into crucifixion, miracles to kill the fiction
Presidents as pure Nixon but they out their jurisdiction
This kid we kidnapped, got rushed in a basement
He was busting with Mason, jumpin probation
And killed without no justification
[Bloodshed]
Word up, take off the safety and insert the clip
Then I start to flip, bust off like dicks, inside porno flicks
Up under my tongue is where my blade rest
My 12 gauge stretch, is even more scarier than the AIDS test
[Cam'Ron]
I had a fight with a seven footer, he wouldn't drop
Pulled the Glock, left him frozen like a Pudding Pop
My madness couldn't stop
There's something about me that just love's killin'
I'm a bugged villain, send a slug peeling slash drug dealing
Yo, don't cross the line if you afraid of the gauge
I smell your pussy, see the bitch runnin down your leg nigga
You fuckin' with a well known felon, I do more than just leave ya swellin
I'll blast you in your melon and leave you smellin
[Cam'Ron]
Plus I'm into crucifixion, miracles to kill the fiction
Presidents as pure Nixon but they out their jurisdiction
This kid we kidnapped, got rushed in a basement
He was busting with Mason, jumpin probation
And killed without no justification
[Bloodshed]
Word up, take off the safety and insert the clip
Then I start to flip, bust off like dicks, inside porno flicks
Up under my tongue is where my blade rest
My 12 gauge stretch, is even more scarier than the AIDS test
[Cam'Ron]
I had a fight with a seven footer, he wouldn't drop
Pulled the Glock, left him frozen like a Pudding Pop
My madness couldn't stop
There's something about me that just love's killin'
I'm a bugged villain, send a slug peeling slash drug dealing
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