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A música B.O.M.B (Blood On My Blunt) foi lançada em 2013, no álbum “N-Lord: A Tale of Lord Nigga”.

B.O.M.B (Blood On My Blunt)

[Verse 1: O.H.M]
Y'all been goin on and on, hopin I was gone
I been flamin weak MC's, while I'm smokin on the strong
Tokin on the bong, I wrote a violent song
Inspiration kept me waitin, so I rolled up on his lawn
I Broke into his home, while smokin on a bone
He tried to call for help, they heard him chokin on the phone
I shoved it down his throat, they heard him chokin on the phone
Made many eat their words, right now he chokin on his own
I'm hardly even here, my mind is somewhere else
The soul has left the body, i'll find it somewhere else
I sent him down to hell, ironically I'm blazed
Dismayed at my display. iconically depraved

[Hook]
Blunts dipped in blood. Blunts dipped in blood
Fool what you want? I got blood on my blunt
Blunts dipped in blood. Blunts dipped in blood
Fool what you want? I got blood on my blunt
Cut that bitch up, dump that bitch guts
Fool what you want? Blood on my blunt
Cut that bitch up, dump that bitch guts
Fool what you want? Blood on my blunt

[Verse 2: O.H.M]
(im in my)
Kiladel citadel spittin hellfire, chiefin hashish from the eastern empire
Building my pyramids, movin these bricks, mans greatest work on this earth i predict
Smokin my dope now I got in your head, your life sacrificed to the god of the dead
Osiris provided my mind with the guidance, of science to to silence defiance with lead
These suckas talkin, they should be screamin
He brought the ruckus, you shoulda seen him
They lazy rappin. they "maybe" trappin
Get put to sleep, don't make a peep you see the babies nappin
They say my jewlery rude, so i put the charm on
I tucked the trumpet so the louie keep my arm strong
And I grow stronger every day they say I farm strong
The Law can't even box with god, and they arms long
So you should fall back, you know you ain't all that-
Say my name and I appear, i bet you couldn't call that
Tampax for Gloria, stand back I'm warning ya
Microwave ray pop corny nigga corneas

[Verse 3: O.H.M]
Ayo, these Crackas sick of me, Blackamoor rule Spain to Sicily
Actin differently, rock a mask, bobby digity
On my MP3, beatin blocks, like an MPC
RPG's in MVP's and M16's for infantry
Millitant language to fill em with anguish, I hang with the gang with the spiritual song
Feelin this anxious, my living is thankless, bear fangs at the banquet, your spirit is gone
Look in my eyes and it's clear that it's on, what was that smell it was fear all along
Smokin this bone and my blunt dipped in blood, I don't feel I did wrong, cuz I'm Ill like kim jong
Simply da vinci, my nigga I'm drawn' like guns from the holster to bolster my brawn
Or swords from the scabbards, you swore that your swagger would force me to stagger, of course you were wrong
Rooks knights and bishops, my queen and my self, and my wealth on the board, and of course you're a pawn
*oh what a whale of problem-*i heard reports you're a prawn
*you see the scale of the problem?-*go check what chapter you're on
Call me professor kush, My I.Q mointain snow
High Grade that's OG+, G.P.A 4-2-0
I Know's i need, I puff's indeed, you can't afford to blow

[Bridge]
Get em, get em, get em
Get em, get em, get em
Get em, get em, get em
High, High
Get em, get em, get em
Get em, get em, get em
Get em, get em, get em
High, High

OHM

B.O.M.B (Blood On My Blunt)

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