5 ★ Threat

(album: 5 Star Threat - 2016)

See these niggas in the game they don't like Xen
Hear my tape playing and they get fighting
They be like, man, who the fuck that there?
All these underground niggas worse nightmare
On the top, not the bottom, ain't that a bitch?
Craig Xen independent, I don't need a clique
Pen penetrate the paper like I flip a bitch
I refuse to take orders from a mortal man, you feel me?
Fuck a collective, manic depressive
Crunch with the blasting
Tell you the truth you not toting the pistol
You choking yo spokens you choke a Heath Ledger
Kill 'em, kill 'em with the syllables
In the middle of the centerfold
Take your bitch, break the bitch
Turn piece that shit into a pot of gold

Young Xen, young young Xen
Nigga don't fuck with him
It's best we don't fuck with him
Oh my God, it's best we don't fuck with him

I'm the son of a pimp, lil' bitch boy
Yeah I'm [?], baby C in the 5th Ward
Fuck shit, I'm getting paid, what I'm made for
See you paying for that pussy that I flipped, boy
You a rookie in the game, I'm a vet, dawg
Got stripes, got stars, got scars, ah
I'm a war torn, warlord, black heart
All black, I'll still outshine y'all
Got your bitch on my line, I'ma phone her
Talking about the line up at the motel six
Sucking on the stick of a limp dick trick
I'ma send her back when I get finished
Number phone though
Talk about the line up at the motel six
Sucking on the stick of a limp dick trick
Imma send her back when I get my bank roll
Bitch

[Craig Xen and CaptainCrunch:]
Young young Xen
He's the son of a pimp
Oh oh no
It's best you don't fuck with him
Young Craig Xen
He's the son of a pimp

[Craig Xen:]
Lil' Xen don't indulge in the hoe shit
Hardcore, underground overlord bitch
Nigga book me for a show, and a tour quick
Come through, shed blood in the mosh pit
This hardcore shit, I wasn't born with
All this shit I had seen, I grew quick
I'm a motherfucking beast, make a bitch limp
Now they let me off the leash, I erupted
Crush shit
Fuck shit up in the function
Bug shit boy, knocked if you book shit
Hit a nigga hard enough he do a front flip
Then I stomped the motherfucker til' his skull split
And I leave the remains for my young pits
Feast on the brains and intestines
Sit back and I laugh on the flesh rip
Think twice before you test Craig Xen bitch, nigga