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Incoqnekronomicon

by Incoqnekro

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1.
Day Off 04:52
IT'S YO DAY OFF, LET IT SHOW, PIMP THAT SHIT RIGHT, PIMP IT TOE TO TOE, EVEN IF THAT NIGGA'S DISSIN' RIGHT ON YOU FLOW DON'T FRET YET, CUZ NOW IT AIN'T TIME TO GO It's my day off and I gotta fat sack of grass, and best believe I'm gettin crunk Im bout to show neked ass I reach up in my pocket feelin that dat wallet be thumpin for me to get up on some hooker and get down to the humpin, but first I gotta see what it be wit the chicken, I gets up in the fridge and see theint nothin finger lickin so I hops in the impala and head down to the store I gets some colt some optimos and then I yell at the hoe Baby, whatcha got, she said to me grinin gleamin, and then i heard she had a voice that was deeper than a demon but I figured that she just might be a real heavy smoker and yall know, when she be talkin, she sound just like al roker so we hops up in da hoopdy and we started to cruise as we got down to the sexin, and i found out the bad news, that this hoe wasn't no lady, not a female at all and that she aint got no big titties, all she got be some balls Niggas huffin and puffin, while the cops a be cuffin make sure to finish all yo breakfast, even the bran muffin so you try to be trickin when the cops a be stickin just sit right back and think bout over some gravy and chicken and now we talking the talk, and maybe walking the walk, and we been playin so much hopscotch that we just ran outta chalk you know we keepin it, keepin it, real, over the day, keepin it really chill, takin da takin da pill, cause she will, cause she pay the bill now when I'm layin back real deep, just about to taste that sweet sweet sleep, you come creepin and seepin, sayin your heart a be weepin' so shut yo mouth and be be quiet, to myself I been keepin and I ain't hear a word about whatchu gotta say, I work 7 hard days at the dock of the bay, so now cry all you want, I know you just play, gonna lay right here, it's my off day
2.
Get High 07:38
Get High: PACK THE WEED, IN THE BOWL, LIGHT IT UP YOU'LL KNOW FOR SURE GET HIGH GOT BLUNTS OF DRO, YEAINTNO, FEELIN THAT FEELIN FROM HEAD TO TOE GET HIGH Man, it's been a long day and I'm feelin kinda tired, cause the funky boss is trippin, cold let me know I'm fired, so I head up to the crib, in the fleetwood cadilac turn the bass up, broke a swisher, and I reach into my sack, twist the goodies in the optimo to put my mind at ease, when I'm lost up in that woody bet I'm gonna hit dem trees when I listen to dat music, put dat song be soundin wrong, gotta put it in the atmosphere and take it to the bong, now mary jane be to the brain, what that sunshine be snow so I flip the script, and take a ride, and blaze up on that dro head to church's cause I'm hurtin for dat chicken when it's fried walked up in the place and saw flordia evans with red eyes now you know the pope be smokin and dat dhali lama too, dat nigga jesus used to blaze up back in 1982 man the highway got me swervin an the music got me playin and the dro done got me fucked up I forgot what I was sayin man, shit these niggas always talkin bout how we got high, cause everytime we smokin, there be clouds in the sky fuck that nick and dime, i'm the main supply sellin weed by the pound till the sack go dry I got the funky funk, I got purple purp I got dat reggie miller that's straight out da dirt so when you in A-town and you wanna get high, aim that gun, at the sun, and shoot the sky just wait til night, if you wanna get high you got my beeper number, and you know this bweigh just listen for the knock, aint no passin by just dial 1-800-dro-dro if you want to buy I'm a mother fuckin gangsta from a motherfuckin hood and when I bring the sack, you know you should have enough funds to settle your debt, bweigh I'll take yo life for the disrespect We gonna light it up, hold the smoke, blow it out it aint no joke take another, feel the fire, hold yo breath and then perspire feel real good, now you stoned, left yo ass, all alone don't be scared, just be high, maybe later you gonna die just a joke, just for fun, keep on smokin til its done once it's out, find some more, roll da blunt and lock da door eat some food, get real sick, call the bitch get on yo dick do you once, do you twice, blow job, hand job, that's real nice push dat hoe right out da door and once she gone then smoke some mo get so high, yet again, it's yo weed don't tell yo friends, you run out? whatchu know, grab some money and buy some dro pack it up, in a bowl, smoke down deep, reach yo goal, high we is, life's a bore, get high later, that's for sure everyday, just the same, plant some weed and wait for rain never comes? that's alright, steal some plants late at night buy the black, break it open, roll that weed and then start smokin
3.
ZATL 05:23
ZATL: Woah, step back, reality check, dead motherfuckers be steppin on deck from JFK to Alex Trebek, zombie bitches frontin in the best respect I heard dem moan and saw them scream, so i grabbed up a can of gasoline started to douse and soak dem down, struck up a match and dropped it on the ground the flames went up and dey begin to burn, but zombie motherfuckers, refuse to learn so I grabbed a rocket, saved just for me, let loose from the barrel, an RPG...BOOM! zumbie parts everywhere, got a piece of JFK, stuck in my hair see mo down the street, you'd think I care, just call George bush get da army there In the ATL we killin dead niggaz fo sho And if da glock don't work, destroy em with dat nasty raw flow It's thriller night, and deez zombiez lookin to eat But they came to the wrong city cuz dis aint no trick or treat We'll cut out all of this rhymin, and then get rid of the beatz Before we let deez muthafuckin zombiez run deez streets WE hit em in the front and in the back all at once And den we hit em with dat shoryuken dragon punch In cabbagetown yellow lines be runnin red From killin zumbie niggaz dats alreddy been dead Zombies on Ralph David Aernathy its true In ATL we slayin zombies from da woodz 2 da zoo Abd if yall aint reddy fo dat zombie attack Den Incoqnekro iz that muthafuckaz got yall back Oh shit, the zombies in my yard, so I take a shovel and I hit em really hard I hit em in da head till dey brains fall out, I thought dey all wuz dead till I hear one shout, BRAINS! so i turn around quick, pulled out my 9 and make it go click click I put one in his head, and when dey hit the ground, I turned around again when I hear a new sound mangy-ass zombie dog, coming at me quick, looking at my leg like dey made of bacon strip I reach on back,I grab a 2x4, I hit dat doggy in the head and he aint come at me no more thinkin shits fucked up, my kicks is scuffed up, so I go inside to get a spliff puffed up I lock the doors and then I lit dat thang up, turned on da tv, when my cell phone rang up
4.
Damn! 04:54
DAMN! DAMN! Das a big ol' booty (OOOOHH LEMME GIT SUM!) DAMN! Das sum Big Ol Titty (OOOOHH LEMME GIT SUM!) DAMN! Das a fine ass ho (OOOOHH LEMME GIT SUM!) DAMN! Das a fire ass dro (OOOOHH LEMME GIT SUM!) Well now dem curtains to yo show be open wide as a fist And so I hold my breaf and scuba dive into dat abyss And baby I aint playin games I gotsta git between dem legs And how bout instead of talkin you gimme some head Bitches be thinkin dat I werk at Midas I got dat touch And U kno I be so polite I be thankin very much For lettin me get dirty all night in yo (crevice and crack) And lettin me flip you over givin yo (booty a smack) Let her know she dealin wit a pimp, call me Dolemite Gittin head from dem junkies wit no teeth deaint gonna bite Git up on dis dick and invite yo chickenhead fiends cuz when you come up in my crib know da fuckin never ends I be layin down da pipes, I be spreadin da love I hits it raw neked and nude and dont be wearin no glove Gotsta drop da hiroshima nad do da cleveland steamer Befo' I squirt you wit dat milk Im talkin non-dairy creamer Said godDAMN, now Im hungry go on and make me a samich Befo' I go muthafuckin apeshit Im talkin bananas U wantsta git it crunk all day and knock da boots al night My trouser snake gon slither cross da flo and turn out da lights And you can do da research baby cuz you know deez da facts I gits up right behind ya, (Gurrl!) knock da sweat off yo back So if you do not like to be fucked, den I do not suggest You comin round dis Incoqnekro wit dem ittybittybigoltittybreast Let me tell ya little story bout da cincinnati snap spread dem legs wide like dey be smearin da pap stick dat U-shaped hand real deep, in dat roast beef and don't you stop pushin till hit the back of her teeth do that slight of hand, got dat prestidigitation, got that motion like the ocean from the wave of masturbation once dat finger start a'pushin from the other side, let dem fingers snap, then she turn the tide yeaint gotta be a pro to keep dem hoes in check, whip dat penis hammer, start destroyin da deck renovation aside, she be turnin the knob, and blowin down so hard dat big bad wolf done lost his job eat my bacon and cheese, it don't matter if it smelly, aint no butter on your toast, just dat KY jelly we drinkin on dat port, in the back of the club, and if dat hoe be too dry take a dip in the mud well if yaint been boggin, well there's a very simple trick, keep some soap and hot water wash the dirt off yo dick and when it all said and done, she straight sparked up da dro, she took a hit, and took a slip, and put her ass on da floor incoqnekro keep a'laughin and we bustin a gut and best be sho I keep on yellin when I'm bustin a nut dem big ol titties make you kinda flirty, but when the clothes come off and da legs fly up, I know you just dirty
5.
Robba nigga blind, shoot em up (make sho he dead) Robba nigga blind, shoot em up(make sho he dead) Robba nigga blind, shoot em up(make sho he dead) Robba nigga blind, shoot em up(make sho he dead) If I see it and want it, you bet I be takin, leavin women and dem niggaz, cryin and shakin with dat sawed-off shotgun, you sure I aint fakin cause dem digits in the bank, you sho I be makin So we ride up clean, straight 5 deep, laughing gas to make you sleep, guns in hand, what the plan? rob dem tills and say god damn you got some courage you know wassup, you got some green that sure enough if dat nigga starts to fight, pull the trigger and say goodnight, cause he think got the right to yell and scream and run in fright, once you got cash in hand, run real fast from the man leave dat blue light special behind, check your roll count every dime cause we got dat 5 deep, rollin niggas on the street I'm a straight up steal yo wallet, then I run home cuz I got it, wearing all yo bling say I bought it fuck a police don't call it I don't need a job, I just take all yo money put my gun in yo face, and you won't think it's funny if you don't give it up den you gonna get hurt I advise that you give me wallet, shoes, and yo shirt You think this jus a joke, nigga I aint even playing this is how I live, not just words that I'm saying I could take your daughter, or I can take your wife I could take your money or, I can take yo life.... Murder's all she wrote, got a death note killed some dope, woke up with his cock in his throat he got chocked for the mother fucking pistol smoke now he can't even toke, da kind you can't even smoke I swear to god I saw his teeth hit the concrete had him eating ice cream for about another week got a gay-ass lisp, when he try to speak, homey hidin in the projects like a little freak I knew his ass would go down, before I hit em or spit em and then I bit em fighting dirty in the street. we beat em! make sure to kick him ass while he down, wipe dat stupid ass smirk off his face into a frown, he like mommy, mommy, I got knocked to the ground, she like fuck with incoqnekro, you gonna be a clown, that's whats up when you make stupid ass mistakes, one dumb move is all it fuckin takes, to get your ass blown out, with some bullets in your face, your girlfriend's suckin my dick, cause her drink got laced she got slipped a couple mickeys, she got a couple hickies, her vagina's all sticky from her homeboy named ricky, she like Oh man, she pregnant again, she like god damn, the faggot likes men, she like ooo ahh, you better be gone, and I'm like hell nah, mama's TV got pawned Well you know last time that I checked mang I got nuttin to lose so gimme yo cigarettes, yo chain and yo air jodan shoes I pull da heat up out da jeans and I watch dem roaches scatter and you can call the ho-lice nigga cuz it dont even matter and robbin niggaz on da street homeboi Im a professional and I dont go to no bullshit church so dis track confessional I bust up in da club and I steal on you and all yo bitches a playa dont even know what to do wit all da munney and richez and deez sucka MCs hate, cuz a playa masterbate To dat wallet-sized polaroid of dey daughters face If you got somethin I want, nigga you besta pad lock it I aint happy 2 see you aint no banana in my pocket cuz I (robba nigga blind)
6.
so we takin' a trip, here to there, gonna ride for the day for dat 2 buck fare dat marta train be runnin' hot, takin white folks where they should be not dat 5 points be the final stop, elevators, stairs get to da top you see dem folks, squeeze the breeze, got dat card yeint had these well it's been a long time since i caught the view, seen the sunset up on north ave, stop, drop, roll the dew, hop straight on a bus bound southbound too gonna find yourself at MLK, project homes now what I say best find yo train before dark, gonna find yo body out in the park headin south to west end mall, see this bum up up against the wall at first he wuz straight cold playin, couldn't understand a damn word he was sayin down came his pants straight like a brown comet, the smell hit my nose I began to vomit I ducked out the door at the very next station and at dat moment came a strong senstation Where we at? where we be? motherfuckas gonna die 'less yall tell me dis ho looked up and open her teeth, stankass breath smell like roast beef "you silly ass bweigh, dont ya know these things, just look around you this be sandy springs" shit, alright, I guess it be tight, gonna catch a flick at the point tonight I get up in the mornin, then I get da train I got a swisher for smokin a chicken head for a brain I strap a gat for the static suggest dat you do the same you never know what could happen might have to silence a lamb I keep a fully-automatic in my town dats a must in the south we call dem choppers they leave you in the dust so if you ever see me or my niggas ridin the train you best believe we be slangin the highest grade of dat cane oh yeah we git it by the trainload and we move it in days cuz I'm the king of dat MARTA go 'head and give me dat praise they say the good lord he be workin in mysterious ways that's why He gave us all the tokens and the weed we can blaze so if you ever need a bag, shotty, hop on da MARTA and just give me a couple prezidentz, walk off wit a quarter we just a couple dope boys out here tryin to make a dollar so when you reach my stop come find my ass and holla Met dis big boty ho on MARTA she was a freak I got up in dat ho from 5 points to indian creek I sat down in dat seat and den a playa lit up dat joint be smokin on dat stanky hydro from lakewood to east point aww man you shoulda seen, it was straight masterbation all the way from Dunwoody down to Lindbergh station hater tried to pull a stunt, so I shot his as dead and then I dipped out on dat west line headed straight 2 bankhead saw dis bowlegged lady wit, 1, big, tittay so I jiggled it from the west end to vine citay buster came p talkin shit, and it start goin down and so I pistol whipped his ass to Inman Park-Reynoldstown Motherfucker came up to me, started yellin to stop so I beat da shit out that muthafuckin MARTA cop Met dis skanky little ho, she was fresh outta jail and U can bet a nigga had dat bitch, ridin a rail on da MARTA
7.
GIT BUCK GIT CRUNK FEEL DEM LADIES GETTIN DRUNK GIT HIGH SAY FLY KILLIN FLOWS WHERE THEY LIE GIT DOWN GIT LOW FEEL DEM BODIES HIT DA FLOOR DO YO THANG LET IT RANG TOSSIN HATERS OUT DA DOOR I'm a full bred, god damn, motherfuckin master if you try to step up we put your body in plaster bweigh don't fail to comprehend the powers at hand why don't you drink some robotussin and start to understand don't be scared of things less known to you why don't you buck up on a nigga, give em the ol one two and if he still tryin to fight well theres one last thing to do that is to pull out da heat and let loose on his crew feel one hundred bodies fall to the ground they be takin and shakin and makin dat beautiful sound and if you still standing tall well that's all dat matters we gonna leave that sorry excuse for a crew in blood and tatters once we done wit that we gonna git buck get some free TVs right off the back of the truck we gonna keep on ridin dirty and there aint no end in sight just keep on livin for dat crunk and be dying for the fight our women be yellin, rockets propellin, make a million cold hard from the drugs we be sellin that's alright with me when i be down wit the crew bring dat crunk down to the floor, represent what it do we got these truths, that are made from surmising and when they start takin from us it shouldn't be surprisin our world is risin, sounds appetizing time for all ya niggas here to start recognizin the pussy, we ram it, the beer we slam it pushin motherfuckas gettin crunk god damn it the planes, demanded, radical islamic, when is yo punk ass gonna understand it the punches, we landed, the game, we ran it, if you talkin shit then you gonna have to can it because texas got dat screw, miami's got dat bass, memphis gettin buck, new orleans bounce in your face ATL gettin crunk in this god damn place, so get dat archie bunker shit up out of my face she got a big ol butt, bigger than jabba the hut, and it makes any god damn fuckin bitch look like a slut I said damn!, give me thanks for who I am, the son of sam, you'll eat your balls outta ya hand drinkin dat syzurp, makin everything slow, speed dat shit back up when we snortin some blow get my nutsack rolled by some god damn ho, we'll do anything to make these niggas rock and roll if you sell your soul, cause you lost control, make the devil let it burn, stop, drop, nigga roll! I wake up, get outta bed, brush my teeth and GET IT CRUNK While Im ridin down tha street yall thank its freaknik in my trunk See this crunkness comes from within and it burns and it grows until I get out on dat flo, and I start throwin bows and I aint care I get it crunk, any time of da day I wipe my booty wit yo money den I throw it away and dont you pretend dat U buck, cuz U know U cant fake it Da crunk'll run up on your soul, kick da door down and take it And it dont git much more crunkified dan me and da crew we gits it crunker dan Willie B. at de Atlanta zoo and get high, get low, get L and get BOW Make da bass hit so hard, dat da whole place break dey nose ride the rythm taste the beat and catch da flow of da words and grab yo ho and twist yo blunt and den get high like da birds and when U see me on da street, call me his royal crunkness and any disrespect Ill jack yo crunk and den leave you buckless and you walk up da club wit a gold grill and leave tothless its cuz deez ATL niggaz be dirty and ruthless so if U don't think that U crunk enough stay out of the south cuz incoqnekro keep it crazy represent SLAUGHTERHAUS
8.
Pistolwhip 03:11
DONT EVEN TRY TO FRONT ON A BWEIGH DIS LARGE PISTOL WHIP A BITCH, SHOW EM WHO IN CHARGE I dont wanna kill nobody I dont wanna catch no case so I take da glock out and I pistol whip em in da face head back to da crib, and dat chickenhead start actin up so I take da smith & wesson pistol whip her in da butt head up 2 dat liquor store, and dat clerk was actin was actin rude so i took out da baretta and I pistol whipped da dude rolled into dis party and it started gettin crazy so I pistol whip a mom & dad den pistol whip a baby had to go to court to get my sentence for assault so I went up to approach da bench and said it aint my fault judge called me a menace, den he went into a fury so I pistol whipped his ass and then I pistol whipped da jury Now who wanna step up shawtay who takin da place of all deez niggaz deez niggaz just pistol whipped in da face and all I needs is a gun, shawtay dont need me no bullets but dont you try to get buck cuz I'll take dat trigger I pull it And if you come through edgewood shawtay dont trip How you gon ask me who be musty be yo upper lip and yea I pistol whip a nigga when da breaf be hot its incoqnekro pistol whippin niggaz straight to da top So we start rollin up your house when you fast asleep nothing but the valuables from yo crib do we intend to keep don't be tryin to stop a playa who be strap with da gat just open yo eyes and take a breaf and life goes out like dat gonna make you see all kinds of beautiful colors when I knock you down and when you reach the floor, tell how dat weather be from the ground and if it don't work and you start to move your body and hips i'll make sure you, yo mammy, wife n kids get a bag of pistolwhips so, be thinkin and talkin and pimpin and walkin for something dat says I'm a master but becuz i'm a playa, by every nay-sayer, your life will be ending faster you think dis just a joke, nigga check out my mercedes I guarantee tomorrow you'll be pushin up the daises
9.
I'm wheelin, dealin, robbin, stealin, can't keep up with how many ho's pussies I'm feelin, she kneelin, suckin on my cock and it's healin, she squealin like a pig on some slop, that we mealin wit motherfuckin this, wit motherfuckin dat, these motherfuckers smoke, dis motherfuckin crack these motherfuckin git, so motherfuckin high, dat these motherfuckers kill, then these motherfuckers die then we gonna get blind, tonight! put my glock to yo forehead, nigga dats right you gonna go to heaven, ya a gonna take a flight, if you black, blue, purple, yellow, or motherfuckin white I'm on the attack You're on the defense I'm packin the gat and I'm jumpin the fence I'm clearin you out, my glock's blazin It's time to check out like high noon at the days inn You think I was playin? sayin "fuck you, pay me" you shoulda been thinkin "this nigga's gonna filet me If I don't put up the cash nobodys gonna save me but now I'm cut in half cuz thats how i play the game, G Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose sometiiiiiimes the bullet finds you randomly, too. That's the way it goes and the way it's always been but life's a game and its he who last laughs wins Just like I was sayin to this nigga just the other day when life give you lemons, you besta make lemonade I took the boots to his face like I was in a parade You gotta do what you gotta do if you wanna get paid. Well fuck restin in peace, playa Im restin in crunk And fuck, pourin out a sip playa just smoke me a blunt and ask da god lord jesus why come a playa be dead and he said a hollw point, playa straight to da head I said aint dat bout a bitch mang I used da barrell of da glock, on my head, just to scratch a fuckin itch mang well listen playa, you shoulda know better cuz you just splattered all yo brains acrosst yo favorite sweater I said damn dis da end, no mo slappin hos and throwin bows and puttin all dat dro in da wind Hell naw playa take da hits and live but dont you dare try to run cuz if you livin by dat bullet you gon die by dat gun
10.
IT'S TIME TO MEET CHO MAKER YOUS ABOUT TO MEET CHO MAKER Well now you know dat dis here playa cant pretend to be no faker And doin it for the bread, gets you mixed up wit dat baker Now dey say dat when dat time come you gon be yo brothers keeper but dat bullshit dont mean nuttin when U starin at da reaper mang you know some folks dey dont ever stop lookin for da hit until it hit em right and dey fall down and cant get up fo shit When you starin at dat tunnel, and dat light be gettin nearer den you really able to see dat complete picture much clearer you can say all dat you want, bout da struggle to survive but when dat doom come it dont matter cuz noone gon be alive now you worry bout dat traffic and bout bein late 2 work but all dat bullshit aint gon matter when dat maker go berzerk take yo life for granted see how fast it can be tok away you best appreciate the fact dat you even woke up today and now its time to just, give yall a history lesson about how all dat shit repeat itself and keep a playa guessin cuz ya know everybody thinkin dey gonna be alright until dey meet dey maker then dey aint gonna see no more day light it don't matter if ya fight or fly so call da undertaker cuz the place is here the time is now for you to meet cho maker bweigh Yous about to meet yo maker hope ya ready to die got the beretta in da sweater aimed right at yo eye I got the extra ammuntion so aint no where to hide mang why you runnin inside, you aint the first one to try just take a look at all these notches i got here on my belt each one stand for a pussy nigga nameless such as yourself cuz when you fuck wit incoqnekro dats just bad for yo health we take your life and yo wealth, we always do it in stealth so when you finally meet yo maker holla at him for me and tell him you were sent here by an A-town OG cuz when the choppers start poppin mang even god cant hold me I'm the one and only, best believe dat homie Step into da light, coat check to da right, time to punch dat card for the last time tonight cuz standin right before you is ya maker from birth, bout to take yo ass straight from dis earth well iz you ready or is you not, for sure right now aint the time to talk, you chance is up so connect the dots, yo ass is gonna burn in dat firey hot don't try to be frontin on something dat you don't understand 'less you try to be somethin like dat of a much bigger man Whatcho problem be son? Ain't nothin, having fun. Can't a bweigh live his life not by the book but by the gun? I don think so playa cuz dis life be just a test, I saw you feelin up on your best friend's sister's breast mang how you gonna play a bweigh like dat it was just dat one time cuz I'm yo maker, and score taker, makin the punishment fit the crime so now my life has come to its last n final chapter let dat laughter and the screams reach the highest rafter and I aint seen angles where I sure as hell be goin no light no sound, just dat burnin keep on growin and growin it's hard to deal with dat fact of dat eternal damnation but you can bet on dis here earth dat life has been my salvation you could have been a dad or cop or synthetic fabricator but yo time is spent, aint heaven sent by the almighty eliminator

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