Manslaughter

Manslaughter

Manslaughter

Manslaughter

Code name

E D, check on the one, two, three

Black male hard

MCRap record slave, a brother on the scene

With a machine gun and one magazine

Wanted, a half a million for the body alone

Two million for the microphone

If you see him, dial five dash slayer

A hot line to the governor and mayor

He's armed with ammo, a weapon that's mine

All black in rap, strap tech nine

Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip

The boy's about ta flip

Manslaughter

Manslaughter

They call him manslaughter

Manslaughter

Code name

MD, rappin' fanatic, rappin' fanatic

No short taken, black

AsiaticHit man, keeps my belt unbuckled

Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle

Or laughter, 'cause my name ain't

Casper the

Friendly Ghost

But I smoke an

MC if I have to

Quick fast like

Alakazoo,

AlakazamAnd

I'll be damned, 'cause my rhymes slam like

Bam BamRubble, partner code name is

E DoubleIt's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble

Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac

I had to change my name to

Bruce Wayne also known as

BatmanAnd grab the bozack with this hand

As I slay ya manslaughter

Manslaughter

They call him manslaughter

Manslaughter

Mad man fully strapped and

I quote“Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked”

Undercover, not

D T but E

DAnd wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty three

I'm the original, never did crime,

I'm no criminal

No static, pack a forty five automatic

Black cat strapped in rap, holding my

JohnsonWalking the streets, a vigilante

Charles Bronson

As the beat kick, face his plate on the

M1 doneStyle's sharper than the blade in

ShogunFirst suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker

MCThat can't count one, two, three

I manage to damage,

I roast the whole membrane insane

Like a base head doing *******

I kill a farmer plus his daughter'

Cause I'm the

E Double and this is manslaughter

They call us manslaughter

They call it manslaughter

Manslaughter

As I stare deep into the mirror,

I could only resort

To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought

You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top ****

Run your trunk jewels or get pistol whipped'

Cause I'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit

Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with

Me bro, with this flow and

I don't know

JudoGun flow is my style, say this so that you know

There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance

Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants

Then off you go to the rap rat pack

Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack

That's what the doctor ordered

Take two of these, dead, manslaughter

They call it manslaughter

They call it manslaughter

Manslaughter

To the farmer and his daughter

Manslaughter