Trip Jacket Marauders

They don't want beef we war like veterans
Name one guy DZ not better than
All of them try, but i'm sick no medicine
Tokin' on a spliff go straight to the head again
Aus Eminem that's what they say
Total destruction I spit Death Rays
Bitch I be Freiza, i'm meaner
I spit like this just to fuck up deameanours I mean it
Trust
Who you think 'boutta run the whole damn game
Like heard of this cunt?
That's what they say when they playing my stuff
But then playing your shit like we all heard enough
Pack it up like they thought I'm the plug
Abortin' their mission do not fuck with us
Pitbull i'm vicious, I'm carvin' 'em up
With the missles that hitting turn cities to dust
Uh
We never discuss how I wrap 'em all up like a wonton does
DZ so Raw like a Swanton Bomb
Or when you fuck with no condom on
Top of the game but I get no props
Say our name and you hear a pin drop
Seein' red in the ring like a broken Xbox
Yeah
Like a broke Xbox
Hit 'em with a left-down, right-down, left-down, X, Y, B to the chest, I'm mean
And I come through clean
Get a check, no stress
Yeah
Never see me be stressin' hit 'em with a flow
That could never be messed with
It's DZ always keepin' it reckless TJM not the ones to be messed with
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TJ marauders the sheep to the slaughter
They saw the Great White don't go in the water
Shit getting crazy over the borders
Got 'em all panic their windows get board up
This military orders i'm general son
Never saw where in the hell they come from
Hittin' these steeze like pokies at any pub
They don't really see the talent that we got
No, no, no, no, no
Put 'em in a line brrrt
Tik-Tak-Toe
Got 'em all froze 'cause the bars so cold
Really boutta blow by the shit I'm told
Yeah
By the shit I'm told looking at shit as it unfolds
Grabbin' on tight and I don't lose hold
Patterns that I write couldn't be foretold
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Better not talk you fuck with the veteran
All of these drugs they talk about peddling
I don't really think they are what they mentioning
Try to shape up impressin' their brethren
Never let up I drain all their oxygen
I'mma take off and pop at their head again
Got 'em lost like a crook cop's evidence
We the boss you run out of relevance
We nonstop 'til the game gon' let us in
Drop bombs like the shit from pelicans
Pop off if they thought any diferrent
Take charge 'cause we are so militant
And these bars are the par for the team i'm in
And this hard but they still aren't listening
Yeah



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Writer(s): Dylan Zardain
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