But yeah, here it is...
Jay-19 - Blunt Force Trauma.mp3 - 4.03MB
http://www.speedyshare.com/files/234203 ... Trauma.mp3
Lyrics:
motherfucker talk about my dude and I'mma snap dawg
me bad on the mic, is like you sellin' crack dawg
blackballed from Triple-D, even pooltables
makin' you famous, give a fool favours
blame us! when everything you know turns to ashes
nothing on us takes a whole world to crash us
even then it's nothing, play soccer with it
when JJ told me 'bout it, "no this lame fucker didn't?"
why is he doin' it, he knows he get a beat down
wouldn't wanna fuck with Nineteen from D-Town
might see him bleed out, rippin' out his heart
throw up eating metal, yeah I'm spittin' out the bars
kickin' in the door, lickin' strippers hit the floor
spitting wicked as before, this shit is just as raw
as split a bitch in four, then you stick her to the wall
I'm rippin' up this beat, then I rip it up some more
hook:
on kush, dissin' you man, blunt force trauma
if I'm enterin' the beef, he gon' run for 's mama
homeboys to death, I'd do anything for you
takes a lot of fights 'fore man can be approved
talkin' 'bout my dawgs like they mean the world to me
this mic is my stinger, and I'm the Murder Bee
you might just heard of me? twisted as the story goes
I fuck you up so hard your bitch is back to get a load
the bayonet stays, and sharpened if it's needed
homie I don't stop untill my target is defeated
lot of fish in the sea, and waves to get over
I can walk on the bottom I just blaze and I'm lower
hey homie hold up! I ain't finished with you yet
not in it for the cash, just wish to get a check
I wish that you would let... me to be the bomb
people keep their distance, I'm treated as a bomb
a week to be disarmed, I'm bleeding for my dawgs
not into chat feelings so I speak up on my songs
reekin' of the bong, my peeps are feeling strong
when they say I'm dirty man they just speak about my lunges
I'm King Kong, with every belt available in judo
at battles, they like "nah the fuck I ain't man, you go!"
to others in the game I'm like the birth of Justin Bieber
makin' you feel nauseas, then you cursin' at the fever
a virus motherfucker, call me AIDS Nineteen
I hate a fucking punk like I hate tight jeans
duck down bitch... I just popped a bird
if everybody's fuckin', then I'mma fuck the world
fuck I'm too absurd, to even get to fuck a girl
she wouldn't wanna fuck me even if I give her pearls
a real white trash, you might fear my stash
I'm a chinese comin' up like "here buy hasch"
don't look like the meanest or toughest you ever saw
but on the mic motherfucker, enough is just when I start
don't stand a motherfuckin' chance against me
shaken to the core, you cramp and can't breathe
