Black male hard MC Rap record slave, a brother on the scene with a machine gun and one magazine Wanted, a half a million for the body alone Two million for the microphone If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer A hotline to the governor and mayor He´s armed wit ammo, a weapon that´s mine All black in rap, strap tech nine Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip The boy´s about ta flip
Manslaughter (repeat 2X) They call him manslaughter Manslaughter
Verse Two: PMD
Code name MD, rappin fanatic No short taken, black Asiatic Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle Or laughter, cause my name ain´t Casper The Friendly Ghost, but I smoke an MC if I have to Quick fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam And I´ll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like Bam-Bam Rubble, partner code name is E-Double It´s those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac I had to change my name to Bruce Wayne, also known as Bat- Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand As I slay ya manslaughter
Manslaughter They call him manslaughter Manslaughter
Verse Three: Erick Sermon
Mad man fully strapped and I quote Don´t flex, last chump who did, he got smoked Undercover, not D-T but E-D And wonder why you´re spinning my records on thirty-three I´m the original, never did crime, I´m no criminal No static, pack a forty-five automatic Black cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done Style´s sharper than the blade in Shogun First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker MC
That can´t count one two three I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine I kill a farmer, plus his daughter Cause I´m the E-Double, and this is manslaughter
They call us manslaughter They call it manslaughter Manslaughter
Verse Four: PMD
As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought You´re stomped out, you´re beat down, you go big top shit Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped
Cause I´m too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit Sleep on a sucker and you still can´t get with me bro, wit this flow and I don´t know Judo Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know There´s no time to dance or romance with a nuisance Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants Then off you go to the rap rat pack Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack That´s what the doctor ordered Take two of these, dead, manslaughter
They call it manslaughter They call it manslaughter Manslaughter To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter
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