Loc Saint, Eric C. The Tempa Tantrum, Twisted Insane, MurdaScriptz - Trigga' Tonguez lyrics

Follow me yeah trigga Tonquez loc Saint
Twisted Insane murdaScriptz
Eric C the Tempa Tantrum cock back

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and
The hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that automatic Trigger from
The state called Tha’Wash
Loc Saint unload your clip tongue flip
And let your trigger shoot off

Buckin and ruckin to pull it
Fuck it we nuck it or bullet
You better be duckin or you’ll
Be struck in the gullet
A when I suckin da air
And prepare for symbolic
Erratic a manic in a panic
Harder then granite a
Witta finger up on the trigger to pick up
What I'm packing and you better get em
Up hit em up wet em up
Are you ready for the dump a
Da rounds now spit em up bout to go down
Trigga tongue throw down
I'mma K-9 headed for the vein line bit em up
Ripple through da body witta riddle
That I made up riddle witta little venom in
Em get sprayed up griddle A plus on da flesh
Get ya grade up trigga
(hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes
I swear they can't breath so I
Gotta take a second to
Reload to wreck it in mega
Mode before my lung seize (yeah right)
Tap into the bad percent of
Me buckin like an automatic
With a static anatomy in my manic in a panic
On a radical battery in a battle with
A rattle from the tip of the
Tongue that knows none but saddling up and
Spitting so much rhythm outta me
I'm bout to scatter my guts
And put da mainstream
Rappers on da platter with a side of
Adobada and I wanna eat em up cause the
Tracks are wack and weak as fuck
Set em all up call em all out
Raining down upon the game like a
Nuke with a catastrophic fallout
Then we suited up Loc, Twisted Insane
Murda and Tempa to kick em all out
I reloaded my trigga to count
The kills when I'm
Floating my figures be getting
Bigger by the thrills
Inside of my mind you'll find
Jimmy riggin the wheels
Centered within many of my various skills
Everybody getting chills when I make em all
Feel that compatible Hannibal real deal
With the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled
My tongue straight back and
Started crackin off steel
I'mma open the lips and load
Clips that'll get ya
Focused to note just how the Loc comes real
Wrote this with a opus come and quote this
Trigga finger itchy so I scratched to kill

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and
The hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that maniac trigger from the
State they call killer Cali
Twisted Insane unload yo clip and show
Em all how you rally

Choppin anybody with karate as I pull
Up on 'em poppin everybody
Droppin somethin now they really runnin
Stood up on the grave and
I'm up in the cemetery
When you finished with the millimeter
Homie it is still beginning
Bust'em when I kick the door
Watch'em with the shit
People really wonderin like who
The fuck I'm with I don't really get it so I
Keep a wicked trigger finger
Feeling hella itchy imma pull on this bitch
I hit'em with the shit that make a nigga
Wanna get up out his seat and mess
Around a motha fucka like a rabbit
Only if I could a been a nigga
Workin at a mickey d's double cheese
But the swishers automatic
Homie it could be erratic but the devastation
Posted with the fiends im a sickling
When I rip beings never ping
When the clip sing hear the phone ring
Let your team get the
Beasting underground king
I'mma lean on a nigga
Black mask toe tag so sad
When i hit beans on a nigga
I remember when it used to be cool
But that was way before the ratchet
Bitch put rings on a nigga
Hit 'em with the trigger when I'm spitting
I don't really care if anybody walking
While their sayin' he ain't shit
They can eat a fucking dick i'm it
Hit 'em with a bullet put 'em in the
Trunk then hop up in the whip
Then move to the wind
Grippin up on a motherfuckin 40
And I'm faded of the juice and the gin
Loosin' the swim doin' bout' a hunned' fifty
Moving through the night
Nigga who's finna win? Wasted
I don't really know if I'mma make it
I'mma fucking train until he gets to location
Bathe in a bitch guts right before I cut
Pardon me if I keep anybody waiting
I'm in the fast lane
With the pedal to the metal
Doin' about a hundred eight wait
Don't wanna be late shit
I'mma push through the night
Homie, I don't really wanna miss
The brains on my plate remain hella great
Probably cuz' I always keep my zip to my own
And my lips on a bong
Anybody wanna go against that, hit 'em up
Make a muthafucka feel the clip
Then I'm gone!

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and
The hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that fully loaded Trigga from
The state they call Wash Town
MurdaScriptz unload yo clip and show
Em how you get down

Murda kill em with the venom
Like a fully automatic
Send em packing into panic
Before they end up in the attic
With machetes for the battle
Cause you gunners busting
Sum it up it fit's better when
You fucking with the devil
The militia busting naval
Cause your navy's so
But, you never want a runner
I was raised to be a rebel
I dishevel anybody that will bring
It to the table
If you tipping with the label then
I'mma gun ya till your unable
And I'm out to get the pimping
If you get into my way
I'mma shake you with the wrists
Disappear into the vapor
I'm an animal I take it back
A pistol like a prissy person
Levitate the baby then you know I can disable
Now you ready for the maggots and a red room
Remember how I did it when I killed it
And I'm debted i'mma finish with the sickest
And embellish and I beat it to a rubble
Papa Trig had said to let
The ammunition off the rack
Well I'm a psycho
Take a battle and you battle like a rattle
When I'm sick enough to bite I'll
Get aggressive like a wonder
That'll stop you gonna tell us sitting dirt
Then a temple i'm a tier Christian
Busting like a taffy in the turf
Feel the power when it kinda busting
Automatic thunder
Never wind up in the belly cause
It's just to be a gutter
Better go and find your cover
I'm a fucking helicopter
Chopping other motherfucker if he
Thinking that he's tougher
Pissing I will get it when I
Spit it to a sucker
And if others try to profit I
Will cut em like a butter
Cut em in to pieces then
Send em to the mother
No, another body missing better
Come up undercover
Then I can depend it when they
Cut up with a sawed off
And if anybody really wanna come
And have a problem
We can settle the vendetta when
I ploy the bread i put another money bag in
The acid with a saw
So you better step back when the gat blast
Finger on the trigger when I bust
And I rush to attack that
When it pop on the block like a black hammer
Scriptz routine Insane and the Tantrum
Fit to get upended with a
Fifty and a strap blast
Feel the wrath of a killer
Trigger matic and it's like that
Trigga Tonguez on a mission with a
Vision for the fast rap
Ready for collision when the guns go bam bam

Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon toon
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safetys off and
The hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that machine gun trigger
From the state of Colorado
Tempa Tantrum unload your clip just
Like you stepped into battle

It's that
Colorado demon killer coming to kill every
Demon up inside of your body
Repping the name of the father in heaven when
I be covered up in the blood
But, you be too attacking Illuminati
Stepping up into the party
And pulling out a fully automatic weapon
That be ready for whenever you
Thinking that you be ready
To go to war with a brother from Colorado
Because Imma hit em up with million bullets
Yeah but the weapon of the warfare that I
Been taking the shots with ain't carnal
Steadily mighty up in the heavenly
Father when I was slipping
The clip and breaking every
One of your strongholds
T-t-t Tantrum feeling the holy spirit
Up inside of me
Demons better get ready to run
See the devil up inside of you
Making your body shake and
Be the one that ripping it
When you bumping your gums
Ain't nobody that be stepping to
The words of mother father
Gotta get rid of any demon that wanna argue
Ripping the tongue up outta your mouth
So you can dress to kill
Got a Colombian necktie for you haha
I already know whether we be winning
Copping the W because the father
In heaven giving his only
Begotten to be crucified on the
Cross for my sins
Couple of days later arisen
Pull the trigger let the Glock sing
Cock bang pop flame obtain my claim
Y'all ain't christ reigns
You better believe it the day
That they be coming
Everybody finna look up at the
Sky watching the father in
Heaven coming up outta the clouds
On a white horse
Already know when I finna ride