Shades on my face, DC's on my feet
Walkin through the dirt cause there's disease in the street
Get it up, get a little bit of toxic fumes
In the middle of clot that's doomed
Fiddle with a riddle watch it boom!
In a sizzle on whatever block you choose
Droppin off bombs in the shopping mall
Takin out the excess mess yes let's get it poppin y'all
Am I fazed by them not at all
Cos' haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock and balls
This is Egypt, Tunisia, Libya
Hold your people down, snatch the crown then get rid of ya
If you've been corrupting this dog pound, giddy up
Bottom beating fucks, probobly stuffed with chlamydia
I've been seeing a trend, from beginning to end
Better tell your friend
Gon' be sucking a benz and then stem and
Send this letter little writer with a strangers pen
They trippin acid if they think they gettin me muzzled
Cobra Kai sweep them high and watch there fuckin knees buckle
[Hook]
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Load em up and let's go riding through the badlands
This is the beginning but it's feelin like the last stand
That's why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans
Just cuz' its about to go down, down down down down down
It's goin down down down down down
[Verse 2 : Bernz]
I hate your guts, good mornin, how you doin
This everyday, that's how we fucking do it
I'm out the door, if we not both movin
That bullshit that your talkings foreign
I'm not fluent, how do these fakes do it
This shit ain't natural, if you are from the future
Then wheres your capsule or bastard I finally mash it
And pass the cast of the name my moments
Runnin much faster so thinking bad its a waste
Face plant, she in my lap
Digging for some more cash
Sinking deeper than that
Hoping to raise up her stats
You fuckers bending facts
You never did all that
You never took over cities and riding with the axe
Nothing but straight cats
Scratching each others backs
Scratching the surface of the glass house, where you at
Y'all just some mice and I just my licence to ill
Is going be fight or fly when they lighting up that still
[Hook]
[Verse 3 : Tech N9ne]
If were summoned then were gunning
30 round drumming now you're done
It'll be stunting when we comin when you front is when you runnin
Do you soowoo double ooh who crew you too
I don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes
Only how many real niggas I can use
When the demons get to fiendin white wings on the king has been steaming
Cos' the green everything is really meanin
Lusting for the cleaning
By the angels, bang hell to the motherfuckers became frail
Can't tell your the mane your rain fell
Find the witches, dine the wicked, tryin to get it in
Rhymin is this kinda cryptic slime to dismiss, I'm acidic
Diss my line a minute while i'll be in dark and days
Where the people don't ride maybachs, they packin spark and quays
I'm talkin bout you how many niggas been around that for years
I'm the righteous, nicest, light for the fight, in the killer right hear
Down with your mad clan
Bow, kiss your dads hand
I Ex' my flesh now get your last brand
Call me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland
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