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crimeapple - another round lyrics

tuesday night, getting right, we need liquor
i walk to the corner for libations and a swisher
hi neighbour, did you hear the news?
think there’s been a murder
johnnie walker on the scene taking shots to determine
who popped the owner of the store, stella artois
there was blood all on the wall, red stripes on the door
few neighbours making statements, but every single witness
said the k!ller left so fast, could’ve been in guinness
cops figuring the stick up was probably a few goons
but it was seen one dude vanished into a blue moon
surveillance footage showed the twisting of a cap, brains flew
he made moves into a benz that looked like a grey goose
had a still reserve, so when he left the scene of the crime
he left behind a red dog and his colt .45
arriving, lifting yellow tape, was detective jack daniels
family members rushed office old dudes made a scandal
they outside lighting candles, crying and screaming “why?”
trying to stay calm while praying the same lines
inside, they gather clues, a finger print, matching absolute
a grey clk with plates registered in malibu
julio ernesto, better known as enj
stash house in corona, queens, he flip a key a day
used to f-ck with alize, ’til he met moet
big p-ssy with a bubble, always keep her throat wet
she put him onto pino, who worked at casino
rick wager, ace of spades had him counting g-notes
knew to cash out because the bud made him wiser
pino wasn’t as lucky, caught a slug in his visor
enj on the run, avoiding where they might come first
hit on boulevard, looking for southern comfort
one day he woke early, thought he heard a wild turkey
got knocked out, jim beam strapped him to a gurney
came to, he was lost, in the dark he heard men say
“you ’bout to meet the boss, codename: presidente.”
they brought him to a fortress where the arms of law forfeit
then he saw captain morgan getting paid off by the doorman
he walked into a corridor of marble gold fixtures
scriptures painted on the wall, wrote in old english
heard a voice say, “you play with my chips, you lay in a ditch
retrieving my jewels is the only way you could live
don’t succeed at this, and you laying underground soil
i need back the rolling rock so i can wear the crown royal.”
enj took the job, someone stepped out the dark
reveal himself as the crime lord, dom perignon
“there you are, that’s the mark, don’t get caught up in the beauty
she run a liquor store, but at night she a jewel thief.”
enj pulled up to the spot, looking mad violent
saw a cop, dropped, acting like he had a flat tyre
ran through the door in a mask, let the gat fire
got back them crystals and bombay sapphires
salud

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