alien porno king - crooks lyrics
{lza]
we the lowest degree
our arts martial
i’m partial to boostin’ degrees
they feed me like a ninja
they feed me wine and bread
last seen with the lza and the first to be found dead
took him out of the box and then they put him in a cell
now they c-ckin’ the glocks and they making it rain sh-lls
blat blat!
pushin’ daisys with the best of em
blat blat!
now we’re laughin’ like the rest of ’em
try to figure out if the cops shot the black kid
we grab the jewel spot ’cause we already know he did
people leave their homes as they riot
i’m close to crackin’ the safe
yo, i think we got it
rap robin hoods robin hoods on the one hand
and on the other hand i’ll flip off the camera man
say sir, whatcha lookin’ at?
“i wanna get stabbed to death”
poked him with a pen and p-ssed it a-treph
{atreph]
im at the brook gettin’ benched with the crooks
when ya looks
dont get tired of meetin’ b-tches
that sucked every d-ck in the pentateuch
i say yo i say hey
whats happenin chap?
don’t really care about ya busniess
where your sistas is at
i got a blister full of p-ss, sir
must have missed him with that
i see n-body got the courage to tell ya b-tches is fat
all your boys got huckleberry hound -ss lookin’ jackets
here’s my d-ck weed man
why don’t you just come and whack it
i be spreading the chemical fertillizer
man i pity ya
im knockin your b-tch up and ya’ll both catchin chlamydia
askin “how’d ya get inside the box?”
little fat boy with the sock
cause you got caught suckin d-ck with the door unlocked again?
{e-reck]
i recall i saw a black guy in the back
but by the time they opened up
i saw the cops pump sloppy
they popped him one and then another one
until the holes inside his mouth
matched the ones that made him bl–dy
they took the car, the cash, the money
they looked like twice
and then they took the black boy in the box
next thing i know i got these people pushin’
past me on the block i duck it quick
’cause cops always look at me funny
they quick to ask but i know whats the question dummy
im crossin p-ss of ya lips and stayin’ silent bout my whereabouts
and wearing out the tyrant
i got a question for you
when’s a lazy pig to fat f-ck?
yeah, whats ya lady do?
when you got to work your lady’s screamin
when i come through
she’s sick of hot c-ck cop breath it smells like s-m-n
i guess what you could say
is i f-ck your wife to keep it even
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