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[   SONG: Shut Em Down        ]
[  ALBUM: Manhunt the Mixtape ]
[ ARTIST: Hyper Sniper        ]
[   YEAR: 2007                ]
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 (verse 1)

well let's just see just how many of you
hate mid-west slaughterhouse enough to
spread a bunch of rumors untrue
then you get a bomb chucked through your front room, kaboom
we don't give a fuck about your little punk crew
muthafuckas gettin cut up into lunch food, like a stuffed mushroom
butchers bust through
ready for war, hut one hut two
we gonna have to shut ya down
too much shit comin from your mouth when you cussin out
you thuggin how?
we be in the club when you runnin out
now my homies wanna go and puff an ounce
i was on the sidewalk, drunk and loud
kansas city, man i really gotta love the town
cause the muthafuckas love us on the underground
everybody lookin like, who is that guy..
with a bloody apron? and he really rap nice
gotta get a gun, i gotta get a fat knife
cause the jealous muthafuckas wanna see your man die
never ask why, we don't have time
find a big bush outside and hide
wearing all black with a fat strapped 9
now you gettin ambushed, muthafucka that's right!


 (hook)

i see your mouth is shoutin, but in about an hour
we gon' shut this muthafucka down like it's a power outage
you said fuck me? (shut em down) you must want beef (shut em down)
little gangsters? (shut em down) middle fingers (shut em down)
causin problems? (shut em down) stop the talkin (shut em down)
shoulder shruggin? (shut em down) my soldiers love it (shut em down)


 (verse 2)

sniper came back, how you like that?
shut that ass down like a power line snapped
i'm colder than a soldier rolling out of iraq
some of y'all be thuggin, but a coward die fast
i don't really give a fuck, i want the punks stopped
put em on the ground and when you hear the gun cocked
it's BLAM! (huh?) put em into sandwiches and get a lunch box
stepping in the zone, i got berettas and loaded
a dead opponent shreaded when i take the head off the shoulders
you better know it (yeah), niggaz never playin a game
take a razor blade to your face and take it away homeboy


 (hook)


 (verse 3)

now i got the raid can, roaches laying eggs and
it's a fuckin shame that..
the muthafuckas duckin us, not ready for the wicked payback
everytime i look in your face,
you be lookin at me timid then you lookin away
and even though you talk a lot and talk a long time
now the po-po down to mark a chalked line
here we go! (huh?) well you missed it
the quickest bitch out in history
Bizness niggaz, y'all ridiculous.. snitches
it all ends when you dip with a quickness
i thought you had people on a "hit list"
what the fuck happened to that shit? bitches
little kids getting too big for their britches
don't forget this, i know where your kids live
is this diss getting offensive?
maybe one day you could flip the script and then
be a tough guy, nig keep wishin
tell santa clause you want that for christmas