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Hell To Pay
(专辑: Gawne Mad - 2018)
[GAWNE:] I
swore to the
G.O.D... I
was finna get mine... Cause mama you done made it out Chicago's Westside! HO HO mama let's ride... We roll Bonnie and Clyde I
ain't going out quiet... Got time on my left wrist God to my right But I'm outta my right mind So be quiet... And don't ask what I'm rapping for This shit is personal... My mama gon' live in the
Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the
nursing home... Cause name five MC's in the
game right now who can take me down... I'll wait... Crooked! We might just have to give em' the
rhythm that they came for now When I
hit em' with the
potent Profane flow Till the
propane flame goes out... Until then I'm the
Rap Godzilla Miraculous I'm coming to take the
president down Cause I
came for the
most hateful Cave troll In White House Who went AWOL On his wife, what an a-hole Woman say no But he won't stop grabbing the
pussy by the
handful Cause the
man knows That he can't lose With a
few scandals When Vladimir Putin is handing him Wikileaks used to advantage Disparaging Hillary Putting that nail through her casket in... And it's so fricking apparent This country is reaching a
point of combustion Where faith in humanity's practically vanishing... Conservative values have died They're inanimate And liberals are panicking... Turning to pussies They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada... Canada...?!? You mother fuckers ain't really man enough I
don't give a
fuck I'm never running from nothing Even if Donald's got the
nukes And he's coming for everybody in the
opposition I'ma be there opening up a
can of the
whoopy I'm whooping the
man Cause I'm not a
man, I'm a
legend And I
reckon my records Are breaking every single record Known to man in a
second The
world ain't ready for the
return of the
mic Murdering menace I
hurt em', and burn em' Invented The
word of demented So call em' a
medic With anesthetic Before they turn into someone you never heard of Pathetic At first I
was heading for heaven But the
devil said I'd be better never repenting For my pen again When the
venom is venerable I'm too fucking incredible Un-bitable flow It isn't edible Nor legible My decibels and trebles Are impeccable When flipping a
rap I'm kicking it back To the
momentum I
first had when I
was entering my ZONEEE WHOA... Look at the
show! Luke Gawne Crooked I
And Craig O... You probably thought I
wasn't gon' slaughter ever syllable But I'm ripping em' to bits With the
wickedest spit And bitch I'm limitless YOOO! [Craig Owens:] Walking round with thoughts of redemption Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Picture perfect fantasy is it? Rotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen! Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay [KXNG Crooked:] Everybody worried bout they guns and the
second amendment, end it My nigga I'ma tell you in advance You want America to ban every weapon invented Just put a
gun in a
real nigga hands 'Cause me holding steel wasn't built in the
plans Elephant in the
room, I'ma poacher (Shot!) Deliver the
wound, I'ma smoke ya Veteran in a
mood, I'ma choke ya Even if you're I'll with your hands You still getting killed it don't matter When the
shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the
window of the
Mandalay Bay like he had a
McCain He spraying the
crowd shatter And the
data Don't add up, more than 58 dead... Conspiracy theorists saying they really ain't dead But tell that to the
motherfucker laying on the
ground With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a
platter From the
automatic ratatatata That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the
time came Dylann Roof, let his nine aim Walked into the
church, turned that shit into a
fire range Squeezing on the
D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame How do I
explain hatred to an underage kid Who's parents got their lives claimed By a
killer That the
coppers bought a
whopper for, at the
Burger King After the
murder scene They don't give a
fuck if we all die! Doing a
copper like an Eazy-E walk-by Slaughterhouse, local pig getting hogtied Fall guy, cause all I'm seeing is you devils being greedy for dinero But you fucking with a
pharaoh, I'm the
builder of the
pyramid, monument My eye's on top of it I'm all eyes seeing, like Horus All I
ever needed was a
chorus The
shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook These killers shook, you're looking at Crooked you're looking at a
book Crook is a
thesaurus, "godlike being" This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a
listen Lyric disciple, I
wrote the
lyrical bible Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism Paganism, Satanism wait a
minute Pay the
menace, great attention, haters dissing, they be tripping They be listing, crazy spitting, daily rhythms, eighty spitta's Ate em' like a
plate of chicken Flavor sticker for the
blatant haterism Say the
mission, ain't a
mission if the
lyricism Isn't a
main event when I'm painting pictures... You fucking with a
verbal gun clapper, I
hunt rappers My gun smoke blunt rappers Quicker than your blaze a
swisha! [*Crooked exhales*] [Craig Owens:] Walking round with thoughts of redemption Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Picture perfect fantasy is it? Rotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen! Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
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