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Crooked I

Drum Murder Pt. 2

 

Drum Murder Pt. 2

(альбом: Sex, Money And Hip-Hop - 2014)


[Kxng Crooked:]
Sex, Money & Hip Hop
Drum Murder Part 2
C.O.B vs. Everybody
Demetrius

[Demetrius:]
Ayo, The Yakuza and Mafia done posse'd up
And nigga the 5 of us are the cryptographers for the hip hop apocrypha
Diabolical autobiographers
All of us coughing up coin cause we throwing the cob up, you copy us?

[Dice:]
Put you in a sarcophagus when I chop your esophagus
I'm an ominous optimist, I guess I'm Megatron in this bitch
We can play chicken while you in a tank, I had ya lifting weights at lunch time
Pumping on your brakes

[Kenny:]
Find me in your place with your maid, humping on her face
Let her get a taste, while I lay puffing on a J
High as a hello, I keep an elbow right by my motherfucking side like my elbow

[Julius:]
Hi nigga, hello
Rappers come meet Dracula
Daggerous teeth stabbing ya
Drink half of ya plasma
My victim sink into deep sleep thinking that he's havin a
Dream wheezing while breathing like people with sleep apnea

[Crooked:]
Lucci the streets back me up
Literally the realest niggas behind us, while labels are giving niggas vaginas
A sex change, in exchange for a record deal, then dicking with em smile
That try to kill niggas with kindness

[Julius:]
I got a mental condition, my mental's condition to slip into
Mental conniption whenever spitting this mention
My spit was whipped in the kitchen, it's dope
Get you addicted, your ambition don't exist
Like bitches who strip for tuition

[Dice:]
Yo, I'm a glitch in the system, my lyricism the kiss of death
I got a crystal clear method of rhyming, call it crystal meth
We can make a mixtape in six days and on the seventh day
You'll be resting in pieces when we dig graves

[Demetrius:]
Liquid metal, metamorphosis
My fist'll shift shapes unto a sword or switch blade
Until some sort of switch blade
You was born bitch made, immaculate conception
This editors Edgar Allen with aggression, I grew up Po'

[Dice:]
I'll kill yo soul before yo ass can get to heaven
Catch you at the cross roads is how we crash ya intersection
Speaking of traffic accidents, I'm finna be trafficking and wrecking
You get naked with faggots, you toss salads without dressing

[Crooked:]
You ain't valid without our blessing
It's the Vatican, you COB traitors and haters done made a Darth Vader out of an Anakin
They panickin, they stiff as a mannequin
Just make a move and become a man again but I still peel yo head quicker than Anderson

[Kenny:]
I sit and concoct, the wickedest plots
Sinister thoughts, grinnin a lot
Grippin my Glock, lickin my chops
Play garbageman and trash talk, get scratched off
This black hawk will make you back off or blow ya back off

[Julius:]
I blast off, nigga don't pass the hookah
Pass me the Ruger, it's a wrap like pashmina
You the past, meet the future
I'm past mean, I'm Kruger
Toss ya off the roof, I'll Pac's last scene in Juice ya

[Demetrius:]
Yo ass see Medusa cause nigga I petrify ya
It was meant for me to genocide you nigga, it's in the Bible
It was meant for me to roll up and blaze ya, that's why Bible pages feel like Zig Zag papers, nigga I'm slayin ya

[Kenny:]
Not even ya savior can save ya
This gauge'll place ya in the past like a pager or Sega
I ride ya chick like a freeway before I peel off
I'll treat her face like a exit, this where I get off

[Crooked:]
We can have a spit off
I smack the colostomy bag off a handicap rapper if he don't knock the shit off
Cause y'all so irrelevant
187 I'm sending you to heaven for the hell of it
Everything a square represents
Me and my circle, we rebel against
With reckless negligence
Me and the Horseshoe G.A.N.G, we got more chemistry than the Periodic Table of Elements
We flow showing intelligence and eloquence
Still set you up for that cheddar since
You forever snitch
Kill you in your sleep, all I need is a clever bitch
Now your bed is drenched when that Beretta's clenched
Smell the stench of a dead rat, for dropping dimes for a mere penny, that eleven cents
Get you hung over the bull, I call it Meryl Lynch
White paint over the face, for dead presidents
Ever since we came, we been the best you can't ignore it
But that elephant in the room is prehistoric

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