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  • Strangeulation II
    (Verse 1: Godemis)
    Deevil!
    Prayin' at 12:12 for hell, felon to sell
    And slept on a bed of nails, like nothing I've ever felt
    Ghost in a shell was molded with other demons
    As if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen
    Got it, my brain is rotted, I swear to God that I'm not it
    I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
    I ain't highest of high then the hydra have used adrenaline
    Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
    Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
    Stop risking and quit your bi*chin', it ain't like I'm raping a angel
    Said I was magnifique, ya'll ain't f**kin' with it, capiche?
    Not as safe as you would've thought with the devil under your feet
    They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
    Ain't nothing to it but to do it, I'm a mummy rappin'
    So get to clappin' or dissin' the clan you hatin'
    Listen, the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
    (Verse 2: Stevie Stone)
    Stevie Stone, I'm on it, I'm so clever
    Nobody comparing, I'm better, I put sh*t together
    America's most elaborate rap, pick ya head up, huh
    Small talkin'll get you wet up, huh, yeah
    I'm ready to kill all you ni**as
    The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a mill
    And yeah, I mill' all you ni**s
    Ain't even reach out they climax, rather my celing on ni**as
    And backin' a back, I'll backhand Billy you ni**as
    Get busy on ni**as, this ain't no random some leakage
    Stonie in the building, the bi*ches pull out their cleavage
    The snake and the bat, you see them prominent features
    The species, Strangeland, we rain on your region, huh
    Meat wagon, I come, I be taggin' 'em
    Baggin' 'em, bring 'em clusters of three, got three magnums
    Gaggin' em out, you pu**ies is still talkin'
    I'm draggin' 'em out, I'm tappin' 'em out
    (Verse 3: Murs)
    Aww sh*t, they f**ked around and signed a backpacker
    Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
    I'm just a little local talent that f**ked around and made it big
    Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
    And the danger is, now I'm doin' stranger biz
    About to make the world forget about what a major is
    Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
    My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout 'em out
    And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
    He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
    But maybe I'm just hatin' 'cause my black ass could never sing
    And f**k that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
    And you a f**king liar if you say you found a better team
    Impossible! Like trying to fit my di*k inside my wedding ring
    And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
    I represent for hip hop not some f**king aristocracy
    (Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung)
    I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
    Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
    Kevin and eleven of 'em, revvin' up the engines
    We bubblin' up like 7-Up, then when
    We shoot that sh*t, we eat that sh*t for din-din, grrr
    I don't need ya f**kin' okay, ah, are you serious? I'm okay
    I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
    I eat period pu**y so eating you ain't serious
    What, you need for me to flip that sh*t and rip that sh*t
    Like a skitzo, stick that sh*t, that sh*t, like a automatic pistol grip?
    No! I created this fast rap, I'm past that
    I put a gat in that ass crack and blast that
    I'm light years ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
    I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumbs
    Grrr, my ni**a, I'm a carnivore
    Ready for any kind of war, any kind of score
  • [00:00.00]Strangeulation II
    [00:05.34](Verse 1: Godemis)
    [00:07.92]Deevil!
    [00:10.50]Prayin' at 12:12 for hell, felon to sell
    [00:12.82]And slept on a bed of nails, like nothing I've ever felt
    [00:15.96]Ghost in a shell was molded with other demons
    [00:18.24]As if I needed some help or a host to preserve the heathen
    [00:21.07]Got it, my brain is rotted, I swear to God that I'm not it
    [00:23.73]I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
    [00:26.52]I ain't highest of high then the hydra have used adrenaline
    [00:29.15]Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
    [00:31.79]Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
    [00:34.11]Stop risking and quit your bi*chin', it ain't like I'm raping a angel
    [00:37.10]Said I was magnifique, ya'll ain't f**kin' with it, capiche?
    [00:39.48]Not as safe as you would've thought with the devil under your feet
    [00:42.70]They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
    [00:45.43]Ain't nothing to it but to do it, I'm a mummy rappin'
    [00:48.12]So get to clappin' or dissin' the clan you hatin'
    [00:50.39]Listen, the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
    [00:53.11](Verse 2: Stevie Stone)
    [00:54.84]Stevie Stone, I'm on it, I'm so clever
    [00:56.80]Nobody comparing, I'm better, I put sh*t together
    [00:59.53]America's most elaborate rap, pick ya head up, huh
    [01:02.65]Small talkin'll get you wet up, huh, yeah
    [01:05.28]I'm ready to kill all you ni**as
    [01:06.69]The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a mill
    [01:08.66]And yeah, I mill' all you ni**s
    [01:09.94]Ain't even reach out they climax, rather my celing on ni**as
    [01:12.56]And backin' a back, I'll backhand Billy you ni**as
    [01:15.09]Get busy on ni**as, this ain't no random some leakage
    [01:18.18]Stonie in the building, the bi*ches pull out their cleavage
    [01:20.91]The snake and the bat, you see them prominent features
    [01:23.40]The species, Strangeland, we rain on your region, huh
    [01:26.70]Meat wagon, I come, I be taggin' 'em
    [01:28.82]Baggin' 'em, bring 'em clusters of three, got three magnums
    [01:31.44]Gaggin' em out, you pu**ies is still talkin'
    [01:34.07]I'm draggin' 'em out, I'm tappin' 'em out
    [01:36.45](Verse 3: Murs)
    [01:38.37]Aww sh*t, they f**ked around and signed a backpacker
    [01:41.05]Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
    [01:43.48]I'm just a little local talent that f**ked around and made it big
    [01:46.21]Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
    [01:48.97]And the danger is, now I'm doin' stranger biz
    [01:51.55]About to make the world forget about what a major is
    [01:54.19]Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
    [01:56.86]My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout 'em out
    [01:59.43]And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
    [02:02.06]He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
    [02:04.64]But maybe I'm just hatin' 'cause my black ass could never sing
    [02:07.28]And f**k that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
    [02:10.06]And you a f**king liar if you say you found a better team
    [02:12.52]Impossible! Like trying to fit my di*k inside my wedding ring
    [02:15.36]And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
    [02:17.98]I represent for hip hop not some f**king aristocracy
    [02:21.35](Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung)
    [02:22.31]I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
    [02:25.14]Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
    [02:27.32]Kevin and eleven of 'em, revvin' up the engines
    [02:29.19]We bubblin' up like 7-Up, then when
    [02:31.21]We shoot that sh*t, we eat that sh*t for din-din, grrr
    [02:34.34]I don't need ya f**kin' okay, ah, are you serious? I'm okay
    [02:38.68]I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
    [02:41.38]I eat period pu**y so eating you ain't serious
    [02:44.60]What, you need for me to flip that sh*t and rip that sh*t
    [02:46.56]Like a skitzo, stick that sh*t, that sh*t, like a automatic pistol grip?
    [02:49.76]No! I created this fast rap, I'm past that
    [02:52.84]I put a gat in that ass crack and blast that
    [02:56.13]I'm light years ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
    [02:58.90]I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumbs
    [03:01.74]Grrr, my ni**a, I'm a carnivore
    [03:03.91]Ready for any kind of war, any kind of score