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Here is a brand spankin new ballad of revenge. With my new swagger styles, mixed with the classical lyrical themes of Rapmaster T. A new Rapmaster Is born. REAL TRAP SHIT!VVLYRIXDOWNDERELOLVXCVVV

walk out of the den all bleary-eyed
to the scene of a brand new triple HOMO-cide
what is going on, man my crib look fried
shit tossed on the flo, my safe was open, surprise..
filled my eyes..
as i noticed that my whole fucken stash was lifted from the premises
payback wont be hesitant, ya killed my crew, now w're comin for you
k kream slick p and even Chip Hazard too.
we don't forget and don't forgive, and when i'm speakin to you
ya better shut off yo wazzoo!
dont go sprayin bullshit when my gat is in yo fat face too!
cus if you say one word then we will muthafuckin kill you.

yeah don't talk shit about me fam, I'll have to introduce you to my clan. The name is Trapmaster T, previously, rapmaster T. so much swag INSIDE o'me,
unlocked potential when the gang bangers sayin "bye" to me
i escaped the slangin game but i retain my street fame for eternity i blame
la
i blame la
ren ma mutahfuckin cocksucker la!

Triple HOMO cide!
Triple HOMO cide!
when a third nigga dies u noe im gonna cry (its ok to cry)
Triple HOMO cide
Triple HOMO cide
when ya fuck wit my crew ima make sure that u die. (its ok to die)
its ok 2 cry, its ok 2 dye.

this city, it smells
of pesticide
people on the streets sayin "Yo, T, Why?"
Cos they see me in my jeep with my fucking RPG ON THE WAY TO A TRIPLE
HOMO-CIDE
my enemies death is VERIFIED by the crosshairs on Slick P's AK-47, so die.
its ok 2 die.
its ok 2 cry.
its ok 2 die.
so die, die, just die muthafucka, why wont u die, muthafucka, die
stole my stacks, i need my scrilla, thats my money, now dont lie,
wheres the bag wheres my payment muthafucka, tell me before I curbstomp you
to the pavement. sucka.
i need my cocaine back, so I can give some slut for some head, yo that my plan, after u dead.

HOMO
HOMO
when a third nigga dies u noe that im gonna cry (its ok to cry)
HOMO
when ya fuck wit my crew ima make sure that u die. (its ok to die)
die. cry. die.

unsanctified, mamas ALL AROUND THE WORLD cry
ME? I GLIDE. TIE YOU TO MY CAR AND LET YOU RIDE
ON THE ROAD, and when we get to my destination i'll CUT OFF YO BIG TOE.
then you'll face the firing squad, Cool Nasty's put you on death row.

Triple HOMO cide!
Triple HOMO cide!
when a third nigga dies u noe im gonna cry (its ok to cry)
Triple HOMO cide
Triple HOMO cide
when ya fuck wit my crew ima make sure that u die. (its ok to die)
its ok 2 cry, its ok 2 dye.