leech – psychopathic killas’ lyrics
[verse 1: nihilist]
people wanna try with us thinking their career will bud
but if i get my boy leech on you, then you’re losing blood
if the styles dope they’re likely to jack it, that’s why it’s called a hood
i train for this, you can clearly see that i’m a locomotive on the track
they don’t wanna sign us, we would never let them take a breath
brush your t++th with the bristle, make sure you never get a plaque
out of your league the way i smack in a battle
f+ck a little beef, i want a whole herd of cattle
but they don’t really wanna know what’s at steak
this line makes rounds shake like a rattlesnake
put a beating on you, don’t even pause for a break
it’s ironic because when i sleep this fool, he’ll probably just have awake
of course i’m a great, all my bars hold flames
call me insane, but on the decline is the only way you have decent music in this game
dudes would grab a gun, k!ll for fame but don’t even have straight aim
grab the dagger make them stagger, now they walking with the swagger
f+ck moves like jagger, i’d rather move like a jaguar
my twelve gauge will launch you in the air if you need a gun for hire
with the way i’m popping rounds you’d think i’d retire
but i was never tired in the first place
been riding on the rims since i arrived at my birthplace
f+ck just being good for my own race
my pace will never fail to put me in first place
with the way you’ve been talking a cr+p ton of sh+t
i’m surprised that you can even weight in anymore
so much blood and gore that i have to be a psychopath or a k!ller
iran this track, but that doesn’t mean i’m not ready for war
only be riding every other person’s d+ck, guess that makes you a centaur
you’re only half wh0res
been calling me chiron because, when i travel around the world, i mentor
[verse 2: mc rice]
(mc rice)
psychopathe je suis un tueur
au mic quand je gratte j’éclate sans peur
alignant les mesures sans mesure de sécurité
mon art a fière allure, une sculpture rythmique que j’ai taillé
sans retenue dans chaque beat que j’ai entrepris d’éclater
plus de rimes il y aura plus ma sorcellerie pourra se renforcer
je multiplie les panoplies de multi que je dégoupille dans ton ouïe
apprécie l’artiste, le mc plus g que slim shady
bienvenue à l’abattoir
l’établiss+m+nt privé qui te servira de purgatoire
au moment où j’arracherai les cordes vocales de tes tracks
f+ck les wacks, je les graille quand je débarque au mic
ouvre tes oreilles et bouge donc un peu la tête
dans cet océan je domine le grand blanc lui éclatant les arrêtes
quand je team up avec chris craig et leech pour sbr
c’est tout comme si je signais la pire des déclarations de guerre
[verse 3: leech]
i’m back on a violent streak, let’s play hide & seek
with your broken arms and severed feet
punch you so hard that you’ll only have 11 t++th
beat you to death with a pound of meat
astounding heat when i spit it
living livid, run you over with a honda civic
i’m psychopathic when i’m rapping, stab a b+st+rd in his adam’s apple
while attached to a chaplin, laughing at a f+ggot gagging
on a dagger d+ck
ain’t n0body as half as sick
too ill for the weak minded, they pennywise
that’s why they don’t mind it
lightning quick strike a b+tch with a giant fist and iron whip
mortal’s don’t wanna combat whenever i jot
this is noob vs mileena cause it’s easy to sai bots
deception & armageddon make a deadly alliance
combine it with columbine pipebomb the pipeline
while charging in with 20 ak’s & 5 9’s
i got a knack for violence, play the violin
for this leviathan, ain’t n0body as high as him
forgive me father, for i have sinned
hey grandpa, the way i son goku it ain’t hard for me to kaio ken
vegeta with the heater, leave him defeated
beat it kid, you’re not ready
mom’s spaghetti on your spine and belly
tryna sneak, get prepared to meet a bouncing betty
i’m in the vip, i get in free, they don’t need to see id
let me give you a t+i+p, in your future i know i see you r+i+p
the beginning of a rap god, leave ya mind half+fried
your egg get scrambled going postal wit a uzi and grenades
one magazine and a blade, 30 rounds to your face
i’m a swordsman fighting hors+m+n with dirty tatics
slice your fingers off and cook em wit the catfish
dump the body in catnip, backflip and stomp ya chest
offset it’s more graphic, you laughing? y’all dead
top 5 undoubtedly, you doubting me?
then you gotta be stupid, i’ll pop ya vegetable for them collard greens
i’m obscene, run around naked swinging my godly beast
you should probably quit, find a new line of work cause this ain’t it
do 90 on the highway, if i die, it’s my way
swerving traffic, going the opposite direction in my lane
f+cking migraine, pop a pill within the time frame
some say i lost it but i’m sane, in reality it’s all mind+games
late for my station, make an opening statement
3:00 on the dot and park in the middle on the railroad tracks
so i don’t f+cking miss my train
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