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crypt (rap) – four horsemen lyrics

[verse 1: quadeca]
huh? okay, everybody tryna get a piece off of my f-ckin’ pie
i’m the sauce, why they leaving me off to the f-ckin’ side?
why you want the smoke?
you obviously gonna die
this sh-t a walk in the park but i’m not gonna let it slide
okay
i forgot your name i think i’m suffering from old age
all these rappers are acting in this sh-t they doing role plays, all day
choosing how i’m eating like chipotle
put my moves on that b-tch and then she acting like olé
back to the matter at hand
i’m hearing my name like its a chatter at hand
i been getting hits like i’m the batter at stand
moving like i’m drake in it back to back man
everybody they wanna know
how i took it to the top with the rest so i hit a flow
and i’m really on to these b-tches
i think they not gonna listen
but i can promise i’m giving it till i’m hitting the door so you know
clock winds down its ready to blow
got your bags packed cause i think i’m ready to go
i got ahead of my friends
since i got ahead of my foes
yea i went rogue and i ain’t no regular joe

[chorus: crypt]
you don’t really wanna f-ck with us
we the next dudes who are coming up
all you other b-tches get up under us
we the four hors-m-n here to f-ck you up
you don’t really wanna f-ck with us
we the next dudes who are coming up
all you other b-tches get up under us
we the four hors-m-n here to f-ck you up

[verse 2: dax]
1 2 3 4 yeah you know i’m bout to make this sh-t simple
3 n-ggas on a song with a goat
and a random -ss beat turn this motherf-cker to a hit single
i done made it out the gutter on my mother tarzaned in the jungle now i the got money stacked like a pringle
so you better swipe right for the night have god in your life ’cause
i’m piping something off christian mingle (facts!)
who you know got a d-ck make a b-tch do a flip like she doing gymnastics
i could make a whole kitty stretch like the warm up prior to nba team doing practice (oh my god!)
i can turn a g-y b-tch straight like you drawing wit a ruler in them geometrical type of a cl-sses (look at that!)
i could make a
let’s just say i could make a lot of sh-t happen, my n-gga
it’s dax!

[verse 3: scru face jean]
b-tch i’m a dragon
played in parks that were jur-ssic
when it got drastic
sh-t got tragic
yeah they’ll split ya cabbage
see you got trashed
because you garbage
and all the rapping
got you ravished
you minor infractions
since 21 my sh-t was savage
i told’em issa knife, then stab him
ya toes ima tag’em
ain’t talkin roasts but ima drag him
right to the wolves and let them have him
fizza be swaggin
you n-ggas jacking like aladdin
without a genie i make magic
you slow lil b-st-rd
you spoke bout ratchets
hope you have it
or get to ducking like a mallard
this b-tch sing a ballad
i’m wilding
punching while i’m battling
like “oh you mad because i’m styilin”
oh you mad cuz i ain’t silent?
just be glad that i ain’t violent

[verse 4: crypt]
time to go fishing
i’m on a mission
to bring in b-tches, with my disses
i got em trippin
i’m in they mentions
they think that crypt is
the one that’s fibbin’
when i say that i’m on top of the game and one of the best in the business
i throw my lines out and i grab ’em with the hook
reel them in and throw ’em on they own grills to be cooked
and i fillet em until they resemble their own look
i give ’em a 0 on the scales then i leave them shook
you don’t wanna battle me matter fact it’d be kinda like a queen to a rook
you can only move in one direction but i take over everything that you wish you could
throw me to the wolves and i’ll return leading the pack
blood slippin’ out me t–th cause i ate them all as a snack
they got big barks but no heart they p-ssies like cats
and now i run that b-tch with the dead alpha male on my back
everybody here can example sk!lls that they have
and we’d put an end to these b-tches out here thinkin’ that they can rap
we like a group of people walkin’ into a chapel, no cap
attackin any b-st-rd that’s wack we gettin’ in our bag so feel the wrath
of the 4 hors-m-n a force that is for sure to be goreing sh-t
leavin corpses in an -ssortment of portions to send to the morgue and crypt
and this a warning hit, the coroner reporting this
crypt, dax, scru, and quad commiting murder recording this

- crypt rap lyrics

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