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This Means War (feat. Beat Dungeon) Video (MV)




Performed By: Blackmikemo
Language: English
Length: 3:58
Written by: Michael Morris




Blackmikemo - This Means War (feat. Beat Dungeon) Lyrics
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I hope you don't die in this dungeon
My war cry ensure that you don't cry over nothing
Fa real
Niggas die over bluffing
Humble pie won't enough
I took every slice and the crust
And I still ain't divide amongst
No one not in the tribe the f*ck
You think you really rhyme you suck
You never committed no crimes you pluck
You not a pivotal figure to nobody nigga
You nobody nigga
I done ripped every nigga you know that be spitting
You know bout me nigga
Bring that war out to the war chief
Wanna war badge get a toe tag
And they feeling so brave
No homo behave
Cuz you know that you got no gonads
When I move em I move em like nomads
And they fear me because I am so black
And I post up like a warrior and I'm thinking bout bringing the fro back
Drugs
Smoke rise all rise for the tribal chief
I aint trying but I'm everything you try to be
Arrows been obsolete
Spear they heart with the bars
Virginia been at war and shouldn't have got me involved
WAR
They want the DRUGS
They talking WAR
We want the DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
I hope this beat don't make yo neck break
Cuz looking at you in a neck brace
Like yo heart should belong in an egg tray
You should probably go do a sextuple
With Gabby Sidebe
Let Howard Stern spectate in shreks cave
With a pet snake and gillette 8 for that fresh taste
WHOA BRO THIS WAR THO
Ammo in my camos and this rambo meets Waldo
I'll dododo at the front line
Tomahawks for the ones who talk
But they scared to walk when its crunch time
What the f*ck make you above mine
What the f*ck you call a punchline
What the f*ck made you a punk was that kool aid you drunk
Now it pump in yo bloodline
Thats what the f*ck I call weak sauce
Like you wanna war bitch I war everyday you get injured and you take a week off
I was bridging the gap and you leaped off
You retards and they speak soft and they speak often
So deep coffins the only way to complete y'all
Boy I hope y'all team strong cuz Mo don't know nothing bout respawns
I'm schooling all of these cheap whores from Phoebus to Linkhorn
Mo ain't the one you should speak on
Cuz I cry war on each song
We talking WAR
They want the DRUGS
They talking WAR
We want the DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
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English

I hope you don't die in this dungeon
My war cry ensure that you don't cry over nothing
Fa real
Niggas die over bluffing
Humble pie won't enough
I took every slice and the crust
And I still ain't divide amongst
No one not in the tribe the f*ck
You think you really rhyme you suck
You never committed no crimes you pluck
You not a pivotal figure to nobody nigga
You nobody nigga
I done ripped every nigga you know that be spitting
You know bout me nigga
Bring that war out to the war chief
Wanna war badge get a toe tag
And they feeling so brave
No homo behave
Cuz you know that you got no gonads
When I move em I move em like nomads
And they fear me because I am so black
And I post up like a warrior and I'm thinking bout bringing the fro back
Drugs
Smoke rise all rise for the tribal chief
I aint trying but I'm everything you try to be
Arrows been obsolete
Spear they heart with the bars
Virginia been at war and shouldn't have got me involved
WAR
They want the DRUGS
They talking WAR
We want the DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
I hope this beat don't make yo neck break
Cuz looking at you in a neck brace
Like yo heart should belong in an egg tray
You should probably go do a sextuple
With Gabby Sidebe
Let Howard Stern spectate in shreks cave
With a pet snake and gillette 8 for that fresh taste
WHOA BRO THIS WAR THO
Ammo in my camos and this rambo meets Waldo
I'll dododo at the front line
Tomahawks for the ones who talk
But they scared to walk when its crunch time
What the f*ck make you above mine
What the f*ck you call a punchline
What the f*ck made you a punk was that kool aid you drunk
Now it pump in yo bloodline
Thats what the f*ck I call weak sauce
Like you wanna war bitch I war everyday you get injured and you take a week off
I was bridging the gap and you leaped off
You retards and they speak soft and they speak often
So deep coffins the only way to complete y'all
Boy I hope y'all team strong cuz Mo don't know nothing bout respawns
I'm schooling all of these cheap whores from Phoebus to Linkhorn
Mo ain't the one you should speak on
Cuz I cry war on each song
We talking WAR
They want the DRUGS
They talking WAR
We want the DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
They talking WAR
We talking DRUGS
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
Mo war mo drugs mo war mo drugs
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Writer: Michael Morris
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