Tommy Lee Sparta - Outlaw EXPLICIT
A Flanka me grow, pussy better pree that
And anybody feel me a fucking idiot
One inna your head, mek your marrow pree that
True me a dwell inna the tomb under the radar
Apocalypse Now weh fi drop in this fuck
Sparta no figet weh dem a come from
Cah we, we rise up a bag a Eagle
Turn up me bomboclaat voice enuh
Nah no compassion like a Christ enuh
Dog flee when me fire black lice enuh
Thunder roll out red carpet enuh
Me gun pop off nine o' clock strike enuh
Call that a lost soul cah dem cyaan find him
Evil so till Satan no waan see me... well dark
Dem cyaan catch me a dance cah me no party
Forty baller, the neighbour me clap forty
A wha' do dem bwoy deh dem come a chat argument
A talk 'bout badness, lef' badness for the next
Big up me dead friend dem Ants, Manants, Micle now
Haffi see the at the crossroad enuh
So me nah watch no face 'cause that shoot off enuh
From me likkle and a grow dem say me disastrous
Rise everything like the dead a Dovecot
A Flanka me grow, pussy better pree that
And anybody feel me a fucking idiot
One inna your head, mek your marrow pree that
True me a dwell inna the tomb under the radar
Apocalypse Now weh fi drop in this fuck
Sparta no figet weh dem a come from
Cah we, we rise up a bag a Eagle
Roll out with me gloves and me mask on
Bullet touch your heart like a sad song
When my gun aim and spray
Me intoxicate lungs like Craving A
Tell dem don't fuck with a Spartan
Bullet mek your brain fly pass marshion
Big yard tug dem no talk long... well bad
Me a the Spartan king, call me titan
Murder your bloodclaat with no license
Buss up dem face, no slicing
But dem inna box, no slice thing
Is like a pizza delivery
Show up a the door a me enemy
Fuck up like me phone in
Me gun have infinity energy
Rise everything like the dead a Dovecot
A Flanka me grow, pussy better pree that
And anybody feel me a fucking idiot
One inna your head, mek your marrow pree that
True me a dwell inna the tomb under the radar
Apocalypse Now weh fi drop in this fuck
Sparta no figet weh dem a come from
Cah we, we rise up a bag a Eagle
Turn up me bomboclaat voice enuh
Nah no compassion like a Christ enuh
Dog flee when me fire black lice enuh
Thunder roll out red carpet enuh
Me gun pop off nine o' clock strike enuh
Call that a lost soul cah dem cyaan find him
Evil so till Satan no waan see me... well dark
Dem cyaan catch me a dance cah me no party
Forty baller, the neighbour me clap forty
A wha' do dem bwoy deh dem come a chat argument
A talk 'bout badness, lef' badness for the next
Big up me dead friend dem Ants, Manants, Micle now
Haffi see the at the crossroad enuh
So me nah watch no face 'cause that shoot off enuh
From me likkle and a grow dem say me disastrous
Rise everything like the dead a Dovecot
A Flanka me grow, pussy better pree that
And anybody feel me a fucking idiot
One inna your head, mek your marrow pree that
True me a dwell inna the tomb under the radar
Apocalypse Now weh fi drop in this fuck
Sparta no figet weh dem a come from
Cah we, we rise up a bag a Eagle
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