SwaG attack 🏴☠️
Hip hop hooligan, I never went back to school again
When I figured how to use the pen
On the path of revenge, on the loose again
Rollin' 20 deep with my Ghost Town bully clan
Who I am? You may call me the boogeyman
And if ya ass is fat, we can do a dance
Teddy Killerz steady kill it in the mix
Wicked with the lyric shit, you know I never miss
I ran into a million dumb people in the biz
They said I rap too evil, but now I'm gettin' rich
I don't give a shit though, kick it like a schizo
Another horrorcore banger for your disco
You think you're in the clouds, I will take you higher
Sound like a got a throat full of razor wire
(It's) Time to get dough, (It's) time to explode
How the rest goes, you can ask Dope
Rotten representin', raisin' tension
Nobody in your damn crew's worth the fuckin' mention
You're doin' quite well, it's an intervention
Kill 'em all off, it's just wackness prevention
Centre of attention, mow 'em all down, don't make no exceptions
Don't really care 'bout the house of correction
My fam right here don't need no protection, pay attention
No objections, it's time for redemption
Out for perfection, I'm gunnin' like Texans
Didn't see ya comin', ace in deception
Push this whole thing to another direction
Explosives, I've got a whole collection
I'll make sure you'll get a warm reception
You unaware, incoming detecting
The Master Xploder's blowin' up your section
What up is, I got some rough shit for you suckas
Fuck the police, never talk rubbish
Butterfly knives, comin' for your stomach
The GOAT nigga runnin', the dope nigga runnin'
I want 5 hundred motherfuckin' million
It's that or your children, blow up the building
Now hands to the ceiling and bitch we ain't kiddin nah
The way we livin' there's no fucks to be given nah
Puff loud even better than Cheech
Then I preach like a motherfuckin' Cherokee Chief
I got reach from the streets to the Pelican Beach
We got beats that'll breach through you pussy ass creeps
So what's good nigga, test me I wish you would nigga
Dope D.O.D. you misunderstood nigga
So cut the crap cause I'm colder than Cola
Better than Hova, (Who?) Master Xploder
Desperados by Dope D.O.D., Simon Roofless
@luna---zylum @bigbonzo @boanerges20
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neither I kinda maybe accidentally blew up several governmental buildings totally by accident and now they're telling people to kill me on sight
Intern here. I'm gonna be real, there aren't too many options left at this point.
Option 1, you blow up a few MORE government buildings to distract them, then flee the country.
Option 2, you hire us to take care of the feds for you, right now we've got a Valentine's deal going on with two weeks of protection for only $3000, this comes with two tanks to command at your will and ten heat seeking missiles.
Good luck. - 🥸
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“Une déclaration de L. Fontaine à l’enquête,” Le Soleil. January 27, 1937. Page 03 & 16.
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Le frère d’Arthur Fontaine déclare à l’enquête du coroner que sa famille regrette la mort du détective Cbâteauneuf. Une plainte — Les témoignages.
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Parlant; au nom de sa famille. M. Lucien Fontaine a déclaré hier à l'enquête tenue sur le corps de son frère Arthur, abattu une journée plus tôt par le détective Gérard Aubin, sur la rue Saintjean qu'il réalisait que la société venait d'etre débarrassée d’un être dangereux. Il a ajouté quil regrettait vivement la mort tragique du détective Châteauneuf, puis en terminant son témoignage, a fait remarquer que si la justice n'avait pas été aussi lente a suivre son cours, cette lamentable tragédie aurait pu être évitée. Me Noel Do rion était présent et a rectifie au nom du Procureur Général qu'il n'était pas possible de faire autrement et que, dans ce cas comme dans les autres, la Justice avait agit avec prudence et circonspection.
L'enquête sur les circonstances tragiques qui ont entouré la mort du bandit a eu lieu hier après-midi, a 4 heures, à la morgue Sylvio Mar ceau, rue St-Vallier. Outre le frère de Fontaine, qui avait été appelé à identifier le fugitif, les témoins suivants ont été entendus; M. Aloys Giroux, gardien de la prison; le sous-chef Adolphe Tremblay, de la police provinciale; le détective Georges Labreque, de la sureté provinciale et le Dr Rosario Fontaine, médecin-légiste de Montréal. M Giroux était l'un des gardiens de la prison tenus à la pointe du revolver lors de l’évasion des deux bandits.
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𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔
Hip hop hooligan, I never went back to school again
When I figured how to use the pen
On the path of revenge, on the loose again
Rollin' 20 deep with my Ghost Town bully clan
Who I am? You may call me the boogeyman
And if ya ass is fat, we can do a dance
Teddy Killerz steady kill it in the mix
Wicked with the lyric shit, you know I never miss
I ran into a million dumb people in the biz
They said I rap too evil, but now I'm gettin' rich
I don't give a shit though, kick it like a schizo
Another horrorcore banger for your disco
You think you're in the clouds, I will take you higher
Sound like a got a throat full of razor wire
(It's) Time to get dough, (It's) time to explode
How the rest goes, you can ask Dope
Rotten representin', raisin' tension
Nobody in your damn crew's worth the fuckin' mention
You're doin' quite well, it's an intervention
Kill 'em all off, it's just wackness prevention
Centre of attention, mow 'em all down, don't make no exceptions
Don't really care 'bout the house of correction
My fam right here don't need no protection, pay attention
No objections, it's time for redemption
Out for perfection, I'm gunnin' like Texans
Didn't see ya comin', ace in deception
Push this whole thing to another direction
Explosives, I've got a whole collection
I'll make sure you'll get a warm reception
You unaware, incoming detecting
The Master Xploder's blowin' up your section
What up is, I got some rough shit for you suckas
Fuck the police, never talk rubbish
Butterfly knives, comin' for your stomach
The GOAT nigga runnin', the dope nigga runnin'
I want 5 hundred motherfuckin' million
It's that or your children, blow up the building
Now hands to the ceiling and bitch we ain't kiddin nah
The way we livin' there's no fucks to be given nah
Puff loud even better than Cheech
Then I preach like a motherfuckin' Cherokee Chief
I got reach from the streets to the Pelican Beach
We got beats that'll breach through you pussy ass creeps
So what's good nigga, test me I wish you would nigga
Dope D.O.D. you misunderstood nigga
So cut the crap cause I'm colder than Cola
Better than Hova, (Who?) Master Xploder
@bigbonzo @boanerges20
Desperados by Dope D.O.D., Simon Roofless
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