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Adil Omar
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Paki Rambo
Verse 1: I bust quick in a slut's thick orange foundation I'm a foreign damnation at your borderline waitin' Horrified Satan with an angel to punch cuz all these cookie cutter fuckers be fakin' the funk Yeah, uh, so many babies yappin' talking bout a revolution like they Tracy Chapman Bitchin' like a motherfucker, making the game whack Complaining how I'm fake and how I'm taking my race back or forward - depends on how you look at it Rude boy status, so bad, but damn I'm good at it I should've been king, cuz I open your minds my revelation brings truth, deliver hope for the blind I make a terrorist tear a wrist, prepare for his funeral and I'm way beyond your government's or parent's approval The most hated, but I know there's no greater Power junkie on a binge and damn I'm so faded Verse 2: Talk greezy, motherfucker, get a jab in the jaw cuz I ain't known to fuck around like a blasphemy law Come around to your town, son, I conquer with efficient timing and y'all should know that mushroom clouds ain't got a silver lining You fucking fail cuz I do the thang badder This is first person, Duke Nukem, shooter game swagger Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Boomerang rappers getting thrown to the dogs I'm only nice when I'm getting dome or boning a broad Feel the fury of god, with the sound of my war cry Silly motherfuckers, keep doubting, you ALL DIE descendent of Genghis, I'm the master, Khan a real chauvinistic pig, you can ask your moms Bridge: It's the P to the A to the K to the I Armed to the teeth til the day that I die R to the A to the M B O Paki Rambo in the place, what the fuck y'all know! It's the P to the A to the K to the I Armed to the teeth til the day that I die R to the A to the M B O Paki Rambo in the place Verse 3: I'm the Paki Rambo, Aldo, Apache Commando Sambo, kick another rap to your sample Tango with death, I'm a killer with mad soul Lasso your neck, put my foot in your asshole Ambush your camp, my inglorious crew Straight bastards, brawny and stronger than you Take classes, learn how we got em on wax Hit the base with a bag full of Taliban scalps You can call it off fast, as you layin' in your pissy sheets Chillin' up in Cali, all the way up in the Middle East Adilla Deep, puttin' in my work on these city streets Panic as we pullin' up your skirt like a WikiLeak
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