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gaeng – kaiju lyrics

[intro, bishop malik]
yo, y’all n-ggas sitting in my throne! this the sh-t that i own, n-gga!
f-ck y’all n-ggas, all this sh-t, i’m the king of all this sh-t!

[bishop malik]
yo, lemme clear my throat, wipe it up and clear out all the soot and the smoke
catch me after the show, i’ll be sure to sign only your suicide notes
i can help, but can’t help inept-tude, sit down and think what am i blessed to do
left my halo at home, and i’m next to you, no angels here mine’s dest-tute
oh no, here the gaeng go, this is may day and the working ain’t done
i’m the badmon, mister bloodclot, boy ya thought wrong better listen up ‘fore the gunshot
got no patience, doctor’s paycheck, all i need in life is these green faces
all you faceless, back to the basics, talking that gang sh-t, g a e n g spell greatness
d-mn, i be the man, i’m peter pan, i’ll fly never age in a can
never caged into stand in these words that i speak, not to say once again, but again
and again and again. y’all been laden with sin, [?] i feel what is within
we’ve been likened to men, but we’re something much more boy, let’s not play pretend
so send your best man over, with a box of lucky charms and a skull and clover
cuz i’m a cup of cold sprite, you a warm cola. we some dolemite types, saek already told ya

[hook, gaeng]
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g

[saek]
(no promises b-tch)
(yeah it’s going to be like that isn’t it?)

calm down, you bench warming my throne
my throat stings but i don’t think i came here to come home
plottin’ this b-tch in the back of the room, talk all the sh-t y’all want, aye
take another sip of that “f-ck up” juice, i got a little too much thought, aye
i let em fry, these are motherf-cking special times
i carry bones, of my enemies and friends alike
quiet down, p-ss the joint inside my tyrant crown
the riot sounds, they spiral down my side of town
lean out of the window, coming down off of malt and some endo
break it down so it match with the mental, slow jams while i dance with the devil
sharp ring in my ear, hope when karma catch up that she bring me a beer
the pinnacle of loathing and fear, f-ck anybody who ain’t my peer
f-ck anyone who don’t hold a check, f-ck anyone that don’t represent
g to the a to the e to the n to the g to the motherf-ckin’ please respect
our business, if you ain’t with us, you’d better mind your distance
ritual or celebration? i forget the f-ckin’ difference

[hook, gaeng]
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g

[kell]
stay off of my motherf-ckin’ throne b-tch, will never p-ss you a bone b-tch
y’all childish, i’ve been grown. don’t f-ck with all that loan sh-t
gotta pack of the menthols, take it up to the mental central
all the way to the motherf-ckin’ bay, i’m a giant, but i ain’t gentle
take you to zion and back, defiant, no i’m not taking the flack
b-tch who are you coming up to, i am the king of the stack. motherf-cker take a step back
otherwise you’ll be on a plaque, get up up off that ack
i’ve been da sippin’ da yack, g a e n g, we the motherf-ckers who brought it right back
chop it up just like bruce, i’ve been making moves b
but you know i ain’t a newbie, that’s why they call me the new lee
smokin’ da pack a da blacks, still with the pack of the k-9s
they all be callin’ us bums, chillin’ up out at the bay line
fat boy they know me, facts boy you best check them
your homies on my list though, in fact boy i’ma check them
wreck them, intercept them, pull up with a knife, disect them
show you the motherf-ckin’ flem, b-tch i just necked them

[hook, gaeng]
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g

[zaeko]
got one more sprite™ in my hand, i’m poppin em
you copy we stoppin em, mama i shot at the lot of em
wish i was sorry, playing atari™, who do you go harder than
in this game, in this gang, go insane like the rest of em
you know that zaeko the zaniest
sane in the brain though you know i’m the haniest
what does that say when you talkin bout me
i can do crazy and land on my feet
caught you in a corner, you drop on the floor
i pour chloroform in your lean
do watta do, with my crew, it’s a stew
do whatta do, i got coppers in my view
sorry not used to it, quiet to you, i’m quiet to you
but we runnin the news
don’t watch your back now, you payin your dues
we all payin our dues, no, you payin a dude
straight from h-ll, kell, forsaeken, king of kings malik and zaeko
how the gang go, bang those drums and march your team to kingdom come

[hook, gaeng]
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g
g a, e n, g

[tear-jerking spoken word outro, saek]
i’m out here, and i sound like i’m slim jesus
i’m out here, i’m a white boy with a slim p-n-s
i’m out here, and y’all motherf-ckers really need jesus
i talk to the six god, divide it in two, that’s three jesus
you get that sh-t? i flip the six on it’s back and now it’s a nine
i show you my nine. to a nine year old, and do time
i’m a pedophile, but i bust gats
and i bust nuts. and i f-ck cats
i f-ck cats, y’all don’t even know where i’m coming from
but i know where i’m coming in
…it’s a cat

- gaeng lyrics

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