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crooked i - horse shoe gang freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: kenny siegal]
m-ssive games in my mind, my brains on some arcade sh-t
flow’s sweet and cold like its on some parfait sh-t
i’ma monster with a sharp blade in hand, i’ma start chasing
leatherface, and stalk jason have his heart racing
got the flow of the future, yall bars ancient
a rap animal turn cannibal from starvation
i’m hot enough to walk the streets and leave charred pavement
bars hot enough to torch pages and scorch satin
my tech’ll spark flames, then my lark in the park take in??
taking you apart, your brains and face part ways
when them things start blazing, i sit in the dark aimin’
picking off cats like the petals on carnations
we stay hugging ratchets, a rap scallion
and his battalion, running rampant when the sun is absent
who summon this gumming who want it your corpse to get hung in
my dungeon, that’s my punching bag, if you wanna clap that ___?

[verse 2: dice dinero]
i rap with the horse shoe get-ang
enough said we bust laid, one shot from the pumper will replace your leg
with an artificial limb, you f-ckin with the crème de la crème
sporting the all blue dodger brim fitted
go against the cob, and you can get it — get it?!
f-ck a beast, we some monsters n-gga so get with it
i ghost you n-ggas, you’ll never find your lost souls
f-cking with cob, put me up in boss mode
i’m on fire, so stop drop and roll
i c-ck the glock, pop some shots, and put some holes
in your sternum, yeah-yeah, i’m equipped with the burner
with a flow as cold as a young ike turner
i’ma motherf-cking problem, not even a mathematician can solve
even if they use algorithms still not at all
yeah so make way for this young goon
tearing sh-t up like a typhoon from long beach to cancun

[verse 3: julius luciano]
my poisonous poetry’s potent i’m painting this
picture perfectly, approaching, i’m poking your pancreas
i’m sharp as the point on my pencil
when you rap, i’m disappointed and p-ssed too, pointing my pistol
learn to respect me, i murk with music
melodic m-ssacre, makes a murderous medley
serving with deadly flows, i’m cold
serving me is hard like the search for the dead sea, scrolls
foes, try and mimic me, this a k!lling spree
red rum rhyming rhythmically
i what you would call a thug in a hustle of guns’ll put
slugs in your jugular, clutching a russian
revolver, call me jason like jadakiss and game
difference is, i’m the jason with the chain-
saw, i’m raw all yall lames should kiss the game
goodbye, when the game is spittin flame

[verse 4: demetrius capone]
when i came in the room
i spit flame, i’m the angel of doom
b-tch-made, when i tangle with whom
you rather get raped with a broomstick
i lift your brains to the moon
you’d wish your mother rusty hanger-ed the womb
f-ck yall n-ggas, the splinter cell, will get ya the ninja stealth way
can’t get rid of this n-gga when he grippin the twelve gauge
try k!lling yourself, i’m still on your trail
cause i bought a ticket to h-ll, being sicker than twelve-play
i’m sicker than p-ssing on jailbait, so i’m k!lling any n-gga spirit
before he swimming in h-ll’s lake
try repenting before you’re sentenced to h-ll
i’ma hit ya with sh-lls right before he get to pearl gates
i catch n-ggas at the motherf-cking crossroad
holy ghost you, blowing a hole in you lost souls
they all ghosts, can’t hide n-gga
i’m still in your afterlife, i graverob n-ggas

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