Lyrics:
different on 4th and inches
And I wasn’t on the benches
I’m talkin trenches
All this blood sweat and tears that a nigga drenched in
Probly could of played for
Good mornIng LIfe
You got me wakIng up before 5:39
To run across a brIdge and draw my lIne
Blue RIver gIvIng shIvers whIle I'm strollIng by
Over my
of genies and smoke me for 3 wishes
I'm feeling vicious
Sid
Vicious kinda vicious yeah
I'm sickened by existence
But a kiss from mama mistress keeps me fit
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
take a look at the bodies, they’re covered in blood
Shit this a real shame, let’s burry 'em in the mud
("What did you just say?")
Shoutout to N.W.A., If
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
with the 30 for the round
Silent killer, I don't make a sound
Niggas cannot turn me down
I am the man in the town, yeah
Hate me or love me
These
we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, so quick, this could
even woke I am sleeping giant
Strong as an oak but I won’t be fuckin’ silent
Got my blood boiling, boiling violent
If I’m born to lead, man, I pray I
As she lay dreaming on her pillow,
She thought she saw her own true love;
She dreamt she saw him standing by her,
She saw his coat was red with blood
As she lay dreaming on her pillow,
She thought she saw her own true love;
She dreamt she saw him standing by her,
She saw his coat was red with blood
three different kinds of weed grown all together
He said that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggas name that shit Bin Laden weed man, some
three different kinds of weed grown all together
He said that shit some straight killer
Them Chicago niggas name that shit Bin Laden weed man, some
and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore niggas pop
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
There's holes inside your sweatshirt
Through your apparel, through your blood, through your bone marrow
Precise with this mic device, slice your pie like
with deceit
Now every item on my killer's checklist is complete
We'll vanquish half the human race, eviscerate the rest
But I am haunted by a man I swore
that's the repercussions like when your cousin is causing the blood
Then you're by yourself at the Compton parade, he said
Aye, look, homie, I
trying to send a reminder
May I remind you
Bitch walking by I rewind her
Look from the front and behind her
Niggas is silent
They want to see where my mind
y'all, uhh
Uhh, uhh, yo (Check it out!)
[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil' Cease get raw
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
of Stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving
snitch killer, killin on snitches and bustin shots at you
He be rappin, they bout ta cap um, cant nobody stand him
Still got half of his homies head that
money
Shove your ass into a gunny
If you think shit is sunny and sweet
Speak you will be gone by the end of the week
Mindset iller
Serial Killer
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