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scorpion squad - by any means necessary lyrics

[produced by damian def]

[intro: malcolm x & gamemast15r]
by any means necessary
by any means necessary motherf-cker
betta recognize
yeah, ahem

[verse 1: gamemast15r]
looking out my window, paranoid, strapped with a mac
i catch game cause they caught in the trap
i skin em’ alive, wear em’ then hang them on the rack
i love trophies, i love hanging up all my plaques
b-tch you front on me then you getting capped
you b-tch on me then you getting smacked
you snitch on me then you getting whacked
don’t cross into my borders like this sh-t was el paso
you’se a master splinter rat, shoot right through your backbone
another sh-t rat rap line, make critics cringe like “that’s old”
cause you sound like vinnie paz and you using his last flows
shut the f-ck up, unload clips, no more room to speak
no more food to eat, i shoot at anyone who could lead
i’m a curse, who the f-ck would want to give birth
to anything that resembles my presence
i’d be quick enough to smack you back down to the devil in seconds

[verse 2: almighty u-sorcerer]
and i’d be catching the body, the devil second to none
i k!lled a n-gga on the stands because he threatened to run
i know my toronto family ain’t ready for what happens next
smack his -ss to death, now p-ss the tec
protect myself by any means necessary, malcolm x
seen so many broads today, don’t know who i’ll be smashing next
i’m a real -ss n-gga, we don’t f-ck with alice in chains
your family gon’ be p-ssing away, the gats to the brains
you’ll be crying when this sh-t is done and over with
first thing on my christmas list with a gun and loaded clips
i’m so p-ssed off, i could go pop a clip now
i don’t f-ck with 12, i don’t mean apocalypse now
heard the tap on the phone, change what we talking about
i k!lled the king just so these n-ggas would toss me the crown
my new nickname is the modern jeffrey dahmer
blowing marijuana right outside the benihana’s
this is for the n-ggas who said i was misdirected
send so many shots, only one who know you is your dentist

[instrumental break]

[verse 3: gamemast15r]
i see your face go pale white when you’re facing the phantom
i’ll race the mclaren, shoot out both of your eyes starin’, it’s a pairing
i’ll put more holes inside of your chest than shia labeouf
dyin’ is tough but face the facts, at least you won’t lie in the mud
i’ll chew on the flesh and gnaw on your bones
i’ll let loose my dogs on your home
and when you’re dead i’ll never leave your coffin alone
sh-t on your grave, just like how i sh-t on your poems
i’m ready for battle, ride up, steady the cattle
don’t be f-ckin’ with jason cause his machete will get at you
i’m the unholy exorcist, contort into several positions
but i’m the only one you come to cause i got the best of the wisdom
everything you do will only rest in fiction
every outcome is predictable, n0body’s expectin’ you livin’
shoot at you to make you wax off, motherf-ck a karate kid
colt .45 gonna make you do the body twitch

[verse 4: almighty u-sorcerer]
i’m alien high, i’m feeling like a sp-ce cadet
i’m jason bourne, nah, f-ck that sh-t, i’m jason x
i shot up the car and k!lled 6 people, going to jail unless
they try to sue me 6 times for the same offense
n-ggas turning to ghosts, take out a whole gang with an exorcism
they didn’t wanna see me blow up, i ain’t talking terrorism
we the n-ggas who turn the hampton houses to abandoned houses
while my momma was still out working some standard hours
i never switch up on my gang, f-ck a rite of p-ssage
i go mad up in the cut, k!ll them, a crime of p-ssion
by the time i was 13, i was buying caskets
they said they’d never switch up on a n-gga, lying b-st-rds
it ain’t friendly fire, he got hit up in the line of action
at the back door, uzi bullets through the sliding panel
your b-tch up on me but that hoe forgot a riding saddle
when the lights went out, me and lil g was lighting candles

[instrumental break]

[verse 5: almighty u-sorcerer]
f-ck a lonely hearts club, i’m a lonely hearts k!ller
robbed a hard rock cafe, left with only hard liquor
my money started to stretch like a yoga teacher
shot in the neck, bleeding out the mouth, ebola fever
next up, we robbed an orange julius, ain’t talking romans, caesar
and i already told you n-ggas, could’ve boned my teacher
now she a background character, a bonus feature
so high, we tried to buy rari’s from a toyota dealer

[verse 6: gamemast15r]
revenge is best served with cold dishes
my flow vicious, k!lling frankly i gotta be slow with it
blood on the sands with a gun in my hand
talking to all my dogs like i’m son of the sam
bring the flame to ya grill when i’m cookin’ with biscuits
and ya’ll act like i’m not the illest cook in the kitchin
the sh-t i do will make you shook, it’s a given
cause i make you disappear as if i was a magician
a k!ller’s on revenge, pray for my sins
cause in the end if you don’t then you’ll get slayed with your kin
making these ends, f-ck it i’m just rolling in dough
i don’t cry, lord knows my flow is so cold
pull the fo-fo, let loose on your corpse
pop open your skull like i pop open the doors on a porsche
f-ck with a k!ller, only one way it can end
cause everyone on the block knows that i’m out for revenge
by any means necessary

[outro]
(gunshots)
take that mothaf-ckas!!

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