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Cowards
04:52
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Cowards in da place can't face my flexxin'
Put 'em in da ground with da Smith & Wesson
Gonna make 'em cry, gonna make 'em die screamin'
Wanna test my nutz, but bitch, you dreamin'
Only 20 still I got plenty left to do
Phony Jennies countin' pennies, I got nothin' left for you
I'm gettin' cheese, First degree
Ho, I am a cutthroat
I get da jump with my pump
And shoot you in da gravy boat
I don't give a fuck about what you haters do
Go and push your luck, I'll fuck you up
And take you out like food
Chickenheads, chicken hearts
Gutless, gutless, fuckin' narcs
Cryin' in da fuckin' dark
Thinkin' that you'll leave a mark
Steppin' to a matriarch
I'll bump you like a bumper car
Breakin' thangs and leaving scars
Shoot you like a shooting star
Comin' like an avalanche
Watch you fuckin' piss your pants
Fuck with me, a game of chance
Your prize, a ride, an ambulancer
Kiddie kult warriors who hide behind a screen
Throwin' shady at the lady
But they only 17
Weepin', gatekeepin' for another stupid scene
Startin' drama while their momma mixing' up their Ovaltine
Now who's the bitch, ya little snitch-ass punk?
Gonna roll up to your middle school
And put you in da trunk
Showin' up at the shopping mall
Bounce you like a basketball
Beat you in a free-for-all
Make another casket full
Ho, you know I'll never stop
Not until my coffin drops
I'll make da haters close their shop
So go ahead and call the cops.
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They Want Me Dead
03:02
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They don't love me, wanna shove me in da past
Think they above me, get rid of me, kiss my ass
They hate to see a woman coming' up so quick
They hate to see a woman chopping' all the dicks
They contemplatin', fuckin' waiting' for my fall
They think they got the lady backed against the wall
They be hatin', I don't give a fuck at all
About these bitches, and the snitches, and the motherfuckin' law
Someone said to me "It's time to fuckin' chill."
That fool is dead to me, I shot him in the grill
How can I stop when there's so much more to kill?
Killin' cops is just how I get my thrills
They want me dead, and I want 'em dead too
Go ahead, I got nothin' left to lose
That shit you said, bitch, you better follow through
I'm seeing' red, gonna beat you black and blue
They want me gone, won't be long before they try to show
They got me wrong, they set upon a fuckin' killer ho
I'm never scared, I come prepared with a loaded clip
I got a chopper in the trunk of my fuckin' whip
So if you see me, and you thinking' that you wanna test
You'll never be me, and I'm putting' souls to fuckin' rest
I'm paranoid, and annoyed, that's why I wear this vest
I'm wicked, I'm addicted, and I'm stricken with a soul possessed.
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No Fun- and I'm headed to the border
I'm run-in' from the feds
And I'm running' out of quarters
Vibratin' bed, mane, that shit is out of order
Voices in my head, and my days are gettin' shorter
My gun is cocked and fuckin' ready
To get the fuckin' ghetty
Shoot 'em like confetti
Strain 'em like spaghetti
You know I'm only 20
Bitch, I'm never friendly
Ho, I'm fuckin' deadly
No Core- Cos that shit's a fuckin' bore
Your riffs are stiff and sore
Gonna show your ass the door
You ain't welcome in my store
And your records make me snore
Your agent is your wife, and your wife, she is a whore
Goddamn! Did I say that shit out loud?
Well I hope you're fuckin' proud
While I'm pushing' through the crowd
While I'm cheifin' up a cloud
More than the law allows
Lady hazy raisin' brows
Gonna kill you anyhow
No Mosh-If I see you in the club
Gonna spill your fuckin' blood
And put the Henny in my cup
Bitch, you think you is a stud, mane
You really is a dud, mane
I'm gonna fuck you up, mane
Showin' you no love, mane
Fuck That! Don't let me see you in da pit
'Cos I've had enough of it
And these bands are fuckin' shit
And they don't have any riffs
And their fans all smell like piss
And they dress like they're The Smiths
Man, I miss Euronymous
No Trend- Got no friends in the scene
'Cos I'm clever, and they never ever seen the likes of me
Jumping' up on the latest style
Your singer is a pedophile
They hate me 'cos they ain't me
Wanna make me absentee
Back Up! Can't you all just suck my dick?
And your band just makes me sick
I don't wanna do a split
I don't wanna play a show
I don't wanna join your clique
I seen you at the cemetery
You were posing' for a pic.
No Fun-Got my gun and my ski mask
No Core- Shut the door on the fuckin' past
No Mosh- Celtic Frost Suicidal Winds
No Trend- I don't need no motherfuckin' friends
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Drama 187
01:36
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You causin' drama, I bring trauma to the scene
I got your momma workin' like a slot machine
Her panties damp, and they call her tramp-o-line
I sold some pictures to a dirty magazine
If you test me then you best be trained to kill
Don't let your mouth place bets when you can't pay the bill
Don't think I won't come back when, bitch, you know I will
No doubt I'll knock you out just like a sleeping pill
The sultana with the the ana in her genes
Fresh out the slammer and I'm hammered on some lean
My pockets barren and I'm rarin' for some green
I'll take your cheese, and your keys, and benzedrine
Now you bitchin', and your snitching' to the feds
You got me itchin' to put stitches in your head
Now you weepin' 'cos I'm keepin' all your bread
I come creepin', catch you sleepin' in your bed
Just like Freddy, I come ready to inflict
Just call me Kruger, got my Ruger at your dick
I am the boss you tried to cross, thought you were slick
Talk to the law, tragic flaw, now you been licked
This is how I do the cowards in my way
Betray my trust and you must be made to pay
Left in the dust, sure enough, is where you lay
The cops and papers like to call me "Lady Hell"
They can not stop me, wanna drop me in a cell
They fuckin' hate me 'cos I do this shit so well
They'll have to wait 'cos I ain't goin' back to jail.
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Incorrigible Misandry
04:11
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Men, who needs 'em
Leave 'em bleedin' in the street
Put a slug in the face of every one I fuckin' meet
Not datin', or matin', I'm castratin' the fools
I'm not a maiden in waiting
Not playing by the rules
I'm not a princess that needs you to fuckin' save her
I'm a queen, don't do me any favors
The wrong ho, the strong ho, the gone ho
The motherfuckin' man-killin' misbehavor
I have many faults, men only have two
Everything they fuckin' say
And everything they fuckin' do
They think my kindness, and my common decency
Suggests they blessed top get a fuckin' piece of me
Not a chance, bruh
So keep it your pants, bruh
Understand I'm just here to see the bands, bruh
Back up, and stop takin' up my space
'Fore I reach for my Glock
And catch another fuckin' case
Your ego's bruised, you're confused
I'm not a sex toy
I'm not a prize, don't reply to the fuck boys
Can't comprehend why I'd rather spend my time alone
Than depend on a stupid Y chromosome
Don't need a man, I put 'em in a garbage can
Catcall to decrease your fuckin' life-span
White knights riding' in like a fairy tale
Man, that fuckin' shit is stale
Sell it at a rummage sale
You never mattered, dude
I'd rather splatter you
To call you a pig would be to fuckin' flatter you
It's an eye for a tooth and a life for an eye
It's not about parity, I'm making' men a rarity
I do it with sincerity, a feminine barbarity
A womanly dexterity, the uttermost severity
Misandrist, girl illin' in the mist
Gonna pull the fuckin' switch
And only I can call me "bitch" or "ho"
'Cos there's something you don't know
Got my finger on the trigger of the black 4-4
And I'll kill you
Start showing' some respect
'Fore I put your ass in check
'Fore I break your fuckin' neck
You're all johns and tricks
Stupid marks and licks
Babies treating' ladies like piles of shit
Stop actin' a fool
Stop bein' a tool
About to lose my cool
And start chopping' off dicks.
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Money
03:57
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You know I'm trippin', double-dippin' like a supercool
You caught me slippin', while I'm stripping' to buy baby food
You think it's funny, I need money, I dropped out of school
Do not judge me, or begrudge me, I'm on a budget, fool.
I'm baller Justin', bustin' balls all just to make a buck
My baby's daddy drives a caddy, doesn't give a fuck
It's time to put him in his place. It's time to waste this trick
It's nothin' funny, get his money, and chop off his dick
It's BDK Everyday, I am a Psychopath
The night is chilly and I really wanna make a play
I'm outside creepin', while he sleepin' in the place he stay
I'm on my own, got my tone, don't need no fuckin' gang
The scorpio, I'm laying' low, it's time to make a stang
I pop the lock with my Glock. Now I'm in the pad
A state of shock, he can not talk, he is a deadbeat dad
This bitch is soft. I squeeze one off and get him in the nads.
He hits the ground, a second round, he's in a bodybag
I killed the pig. I search the crib/. I'm lookin' for the cheese
I find a bird, I find a brick, I find a bag of trees
I set up shop on the block in his memory
I will not stop as he rot in the cemetery
Loc to the brain, everyday it's fuckin' BDK
Child support, family court, man, there is no way
I kill for sport, take no shorts, man, I never play
Puttin' hoes on the floor, my Independence Day.
It's BDK Everyday, I am a Psychopath
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I Come At Night
04:17
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It's time I find the shine behind my mind maligned
The blind design confined in time, and in decline
The bottom line, the genuine
The sign entwined within the pines
That hides behind the timberline
Denies the grind of humankind
Enshrined, its kind goes undefined
All the shit to keep me lit keeps comin' back around
Backstabbin' hoes predisposed to keep me fuckin' down
Get the fuck up out my face
Motherfuck the human race
Gonna give 'em all a taste
Gonna lay 'em all to waste
I come at night when the moon is on the wane, mane
Block out the light, bring the doom, and leave a stain, mane
For every day there is a grave that waits the fools that wanna play
I got no time so get the fuck out of my way
Won't hesitate to split your wig
Get it straight you fuckin' pigs
I come at night, I bring the fight, I bring the ana, I bring the spite
There's a spark within us all that comes alive when Satan calls
Fuck your church, Fuck the law
Gonna punch you in the jaw
The time has come, the time is now
For fuckin' S.C.U.M. to kill you clowns
Stupid men can't keep me down
'Cos you don't want this bitch around
Wanna stay alive, here is a suggestion
Wanna know my business , make it something' you invest in
Otherwise step aside, don't ask me no more questions
My reply straight comin' from my Smith & Wesson
Everyday's the fuckin' same
Put in work to hurt these lames
Dedicated to the game
Don't give a shit 'bout gettin' fame
Hatin' hoes that say my name
Say they know me, that's their claim
I sell their souls just like cocaine
Leave 'em all in fuckin' pain
Gonna drink some more champagne
Put some bullets on your brain
Gonna turn your mother out
Increase my cheese and stack some clout
Gonna hit you in the mouth
Erase the taste of any doubt
Pushin' weight and selling' bricks
Cuttin' off the haters dicks
Not a thing that I can't fix
Devil Shit MY 666!
Late at night, I'm not right in the head, mane
The voices gettin' louder and the powder got me dead, mane
I'm paranoid, I'm the voice, I'm a shell, mane
I hit the block with my Glock and send you all to hell, mane
I got ana, a bandana on my face
Tura Satana, and I'm bound to catch a case
Takin' fakes and beaten' brakes in outer space
Make you shake, I am awake, I am a a snake all in your place
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I'm seein' shadows, and the darkness surrounds me
My final breath, my death, a starless reality
All alone, in the unknown, my death awaits me
I grip my tone, m y microphone, the shit that made me
Now I'm gone and they be bringing' out the white sheet
Shot, and killed, and bleedin' out on the concrete
The curtain's drawn. It won't be long 'fore the wannabes
To say they knew me, but the bitches were no friends to me
I see the light, I hear the tone of the fuckin' bell
But it's alright, it's the night I return to Hell
I lay my tone at the throne of the eternal lord
This shit is sown, on my own I join the infernal horde
You can't constrain my evil reign in the hereafter
The Devil's rain, I bring the pain, and serve the master
For all my crimes I do the time, they are my captors
I see the signs, I hear the Devil's laughter
Now you see me on a mural or a tacky fuckin' shirt
With "Rest In Peace, Queen" written in out in fuckin' cursive
Some of y'all stupid bitches saying I deserved this
While lying' snitches cry, screamin' "WHY?" at the service
All you hoes don't even know.Y'all should be fuckin' nervous
The casket's closed, and put below, but my soul will resurface
Now as a ghost I continue to haunt you
A formless shape in a cape, you do not want to
See me dead, at your bed, I'm here to taunt you
Your mouth agape, you can't escape the fate that daunts you
I got ana that transcends the fuckin' tomb
Breaks through the veil, beyond the pale to seal your fuckin' doom
Possess your soul, you can't control, I do you up like Amityvill, I will
I make you kill your stupid fuckin' family.
Now I'm a memory. How will I be remembered?
For the rhymes and crimes, the haters I dismembered
What will the record say about the Lady Ehepr?
That bitch, she didn't play, a gangsta pecker-wrecker
A down-ass player from the clique
Who lived, and laughed, and chopped off dicks
And all the same, she killed the game
The Hall of Fame won't list her name
Even though the bitch is done, she's in the hearts of little ones
Who still believe in packin' guns, and sellin' cocaine by the tons
This is my death, my final scene
My final breath, my guillotine
Vanish into history.
No more drinkin' fuckin' lean
No more makin' haters wet
No more fuckin' up your set
Ballers pouring' out Möet
Though I'm dead, there's no regret
Ain't no need to fuckin' cry
I was born to fuckin' die
All the haters satisfied
Now it's time to say goodbye
Close the lid and walk away
So you live another day
There is nothing else to say
'Cept you bitches gonna pay.
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Lady Ehepr Lawrence, Kansas
20 years old, female emcee from Lawrence, Kansas.
Horrorcore, Black Metal, Dungeon Beat
I promote violence
Pure Ana 4-U Hoes. Y'all hate me 'cos U ain't me.
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