a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

crooked i - spit fest lyrics

[intro: crooked i]
yeah
whatchu know about them horseshoes?
it’s official, n+gga

[verse 1: julius luciano]
my mac double 1, blast you with power
gun stashed in my trousers
give me half an hour, it’ll be a blood bath in the shower
i devour the weak
you say you can beat me, you lyin’ outta your t++th
i shouldn’t allow you to speak
i’m untouchable, out of your reach
you say you down with the streets
i drop you, you really down with the streets, now
red dot ya dome, you dead when i squeeze, blaow
your hat fly off the top of your head, like a freestyle
let’s switch the topic, you ain’t hot, n+gga, stop it
you get hit with the biggest rocket, and man, i don’t mean yao
i battle any rapper you name, i’m slaughterin’
take your shine like i was sn+tchin’ your chain
i’m sharper than dracula fangs, this cat is insane
f+ggots get maimed, the jaggedest blade
plasma will stain your fit
you stagger in pain, i clap at your frame
with accurate aim, splatter your brain
infact, i’m deranged, i’m sick
[verse 2: dice dinero]
i step in the place, with a mac+milly, stuck in my waist
but if i was broke, it’ll be gettin’ stuck in somebody’s face
but whatever the case, this raw dog is always out to get ya
whether it’s bone on bone or this nine that’ll split ya
or my chrome on chrome, double barrel, that’ll hit ya
or my titanium, double sharp blade ,that’ll slit ya…
throat, at mach speed
and in this western conference, n+gga, i’m the top seed
and can’t’ n0body stop me, so
come meet the art of war, n+gga, whatchu waitin’ for?
i double bogey your score, on a par 4
i’m 10 times worse than the definition of hardcore
so, no wonder why you don’t wanna tangle with this warlord
cause i got a 4+4
and i’ll send forward, four
bullets through your car door
and after that, send four more
cause i rep dynasty, b+tch
and the horseshoe gang is always known for puttin’ holes in a snitch

[verse 3: kenny siegel]
i let bullets from the gun hit you
become one with you
you could be 7 foot 5, you’ll be 6 feet when i’m done with you
n+gga standing, keep still ’cause this bandit keeps steel
when i shoot, i won’t miss you, but your family will
they’ll be mourning like alonzo
or the first period of the day
you’ll be a john doe
don’t get your throat slit, back up
when i drop you, you won’t get back up
if you want to, then go get backup
’cause this four+fifth packer
i’ll be happy to unload clips at ya
your whole clique scatter
i’m so sick, act up
and the d+eagle will leave you deceased
i’m not against increasin’ the peace
but my pants keep decreasin’ the piece
we’ll raid your place, we’ll break your face
and give you liposuction, i mean take your weight
i’m a boss, i must fire
i wet your entire, attire
n0body buildin [?] f+ck iron
[verse 4: demetrius capone]
i’m a mass murderer, slash, verbal assassin
mashin’ in a murderous fashion, verbally, dispersin’ a thrashin’
it’s curtains
the hurtings will worsen
i break jaws, when we face off, i take off, and knock your face off
so f+ck decreasing the peace, i’m unleashin’ the beast
with enough heat in the streets, to police the police
my speech is diseased
the psycho with eyes frozen
i recite flows, that go over your head, just like trojans
i got a little friend for you to meet, like pacino
and i rob deniro with the heat at casinos
squeezin’ and reload, lethal as neo
creepin’ your d.o.a., we don’t play, when me and the team roll deep
i knock in your door, creepin’ with heat, low
blow your cerebral to pieces, when you peek through the peephole
rob cats for their cheese and their kilos
ballers take shots, that equal at least 4, like a three and a freethrow

[outro: crooked i]
(wooooooo)
woooooooooooooooo
(ha haaaaa)
woooaaaaaaaah
ha ha ha haaaaa, n+gga
y’all ain’t f+ckin’ with that, man
take me to the next sh+t
(uh oh)
they can’t f+ck with that

- crooked i lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS