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Return of the killers, Return of the freaks P.O.P. and Rochelle
Return of the killers, Return of the Freaks
Poet of Pain AKA Cold August
Return of the killers, It's return of the Freaks
Nasty, deadly motherfuckers that put all competition to sleep
Happy Bloodsuckers you will drink and reap
These crimson tears, like the virgin Madonna I will weep
I seep this sperm of a Caesar, give it to my Angel real deep
Chelle my love are you ready to make our baby complete?
Cuz nobody in this bitch can bust like us
Can spit, talk shit like us, nobody can cuss like us
This lust be such a rush no one can crush... you
Like I crush you, Rochelle knows I does Damage
Aint seen a nigga yet that can tame this Savage
She be the baddest spittin hit bitch
That I could ever can get wit
She a lyrical Mistress
That'll make wifeys slit their wrists
So don't even wait up for me
When I'm on Da Insatiable tryst
The Black widow be coming with a fatal kind of Bliss
Tongue the serpent, go on give her a kiss
Baby you give me nourishing milk
From that mind like Tits
Hit em wit a NINE SIX times
You're like a falatio kind of lift
Got these people fooled and disguised as lil miss Priss
As they stare and drool wide eyed like who the fuck is this?
My girl is like lava cooled a Jekyll hyde kinda chic
When we come together haters are real pissed
Like the r&b pied piper's tricks
Yo baby been out for a minute, ya boy been real weak
I must have fell way the hell off after the freak was unleashed
Use to make wolves cry, be having Bo beeps counting sheep
Used to murder pussys, now I guess pussy murdered me
But I'm back stronger than ever ... uh
Hope you know that ass was on lease...
Get em baby
Da Insatiable 1 AKA Rochelle Savage
It's return of the freaks, return of the killers
Skull bustin head drillers
Heat seekin lyrical spillers
Back on the prowl
Serve it to ya fresh and foul
Poets of pain, flows insane
Yes, we the one the rest could never contain
Cuz nobody in this bitch keepin it more gutta
We do it a lil grimey but smooth like butta
Rochelle pretty and gritty
Walt Baby Love fits wit me just right
We like a gloves, meaning we tight
Neva polite
We keeps it lewd and absurd
For him I'll conceive a verse
The gift and the curse
Lemme birth these words
Fuck what you heard
He's a verbal beast unleashed
I'm the beauty with the booty and the brains
Best believe I can blow his brains...real classy and nasty
You never new the heat of August could get so Cold
Ahead of the pack settin the mold
On another level...feel the chill
He remains strong willed
No remorse
Wicked and wild, punks hate his style
So sick and versatile
That's why he is my Mister
I'm down wit him...
Could give a damn who we offend
P.O.P drives them cowards over the deep end
They never had a chance
We so sick and twisted...the beauty of our romance
Kinky and undercover, let them discover
We on the attack
Loose cannons keepin fools on blast
KARMA SUTRA shoot ya wit the ooooweeee
Let you see
We always running shit
We back at it, don't get caught of guard
No doubt this Savage and P.O.P. still bringin it hard
We takin victims and showin no mercy
Raw and ruff that's how we do
Sittin ducks wit no clue
Lame fuckas betta keep us in mind cuz we got you in our sites
Gettin it how we like
They don't still don't want none
We soul snatchin for fun
Get on yo knees and pray to all the Gods
Defeatin us unlikely, yo ass can't beat these odds
