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Screwball - First Blood

[poet]

What?

Screwball

First blood

When I die bury me

Hang my balls from a cherry tree...

Aiyyo, fuck everybody and everything

I�m puttin my balls on the table while you swingin ya ding-a-ling

I�m here to take back what�s mines, I sold dimes

On the block ? evading? the cops, opened outta town spots

Meanwhile, otha niggas slipped in through the back door

Now them niggas swear that they raps raw

I�m not feelin �em, my rap style killin �em

From the eighties to the millenium

Ask about poet, niggas say "yeah, I remember him"

Black hoody, army pants, stay wearin timberland

Qb ot, regulate thoroughly

The only one who represented heavenly

Had a whole borough ready to bury me

Yeah, you remember that, if you don�t you was on similac

[kyron]

Now you trapped up in a cipher with wild wolves that need to eat

I chew ya dogs up and spit out they white meat, son

I�m having visions of ya ending and it�s not sweet

It�s gettin crucial, dead you and the niggas that produce you

Yeah it�s conflict with the screw

Confined in the industry, but now I�m speacking to a few

Individuals, now you fell I�m talking to you

Go ahead, press the issue, I�m qb official

Screwball authorized spit anotha one to prove it�s organized

Check the archives, we copped pies

Got true street ties, ninety nine wise guys

Feel for the state, hit �em right between the eyes, what?

Chorus: poet

Now it�s first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugs

Dirt thugs, screwball the worst thugs

First blood thirsty, what, coming to do y�all

Blew y�all back to the wall, and gave it to y�all

Now it�s first blood, hurt thigs, burst slugs

Dirt thugs, screwball the worst thugs

First blood thirsty, what, coming to do y�all

Blew y�all back to the wall, and gave it to y�all

[kl]

Yo, hey yo, yo

I told you don�t fuck with me I got jedi

Mind control with two nines with red eye

Aiming at�cha ? chedda?

Gettin off the bourbon rockin the turbin

Swervin ? ? ? eating cats in slow-mo

Like higher learning, feel a burning

World turnin indeed

So one day they gonna have to hand it to me

�cuz I�m a legacy

Flesh and bone chewin, livin

When a nigga take my kindness for weakness aside givin

[hostyle]

Hey yo, yo

Yo screw, we got some drama to attend to

Watch me bend you to a pretzel (man, saayyzzz who? )

Hostyle �bout bless you, anger I ventilate

With a banger I penetrate deep in your flesh meat

I�m foul with this, street analysis

Need to politic every twenty four

More money, money mo�

One mans poison is anotha mans sweetness

Striking at ya weakness, knowin all your secrets

Chorus