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suicide kingz - shotcallaz lyrics

[intro: celph t-tled]
yeah, we got some top shotta’s…some front line gunners in the house tonight. celph t-tled: the manager of manslaughter, my brother apathy, my peoples joey knuckles and king cole. you’s didn’t know? the suicide kingz b-tch, anybody’s a target. k!ll yourself, f-cker!

[scratch hook]

[verse 1: apathy]
since the day my father busted in my mother, i’ve hated compet-tion
i cut the tails off the other sperm that were swimmin’
nah, sinnin’ is my synonym, strippers that smell like cinnamon
cinematography, graphic sodomy of these women
i’m spinnin’ out of control, f-ck a positive image
i’m sl!cker than oil spillage in an alaskan village
i murder and pillage, i pilfer, impressive to villains
i’m chillin’ in traffickin’ pills and packages to children
a savage guerrilla, the shade of vanilla, the nature of k!llers
escaped from the cage in a cape to conceal us
i disappear in the air, leaving this mystical smoke
i’m a sorcerer, rapped in a magic, invisible cloak
f-ck your pitiful quotes, i’ll stick a drill in your throat
like it’s a quill in an ink well for these verses i wrote
i write curses in cursive, i’m the worst of the worstest
crush your planet in my palm and leave you peons earthless

[apathy]: yeah, stick a motherf-ckin’ spike through ya skull. leave you lookin’ like a unicorn skeleton…

[joey knuckles]: yeah, that’s what’s good

[verse 2: joey knuckles]
i’m sl!ck rick with a pimp limp and an ice pick
suicide kings crush your head in a vice grip
we might flip, beat you black and blue with a nightstick
quicker than a dynamite stick with a short wick
you’re not mike vick with pit bulls and full clips
g-yer than a rainbow f-ggot suckin’ his own d-ck
i let the truth slip, cause i don’t give two sh-ts
jackin’ any grip when we tryna see blue chips
to battle is useless, attack is ruthless
your b-tch got more s-m-n in her than cruise ships
i’m beast man, holdin’ down the castle of grayskull
we brawl with your team like american baseball
it’s cannibal rap, with a scalpel that’l take your face off
disconnect your bones with high-powered chainsaws
i’m gettin’ swervy in a two-toned mercury
when i’m smokin’ cocaine with the ghost of brittany murphy

[joey knuckles]: hahahahaha, ya’ll some suckas man. yo, let ’em know celph!

[verse 3: celph t-tled]
a word to the wise, don’t you ever get me mad
cause i’m launchin’ scud missiles directly from my chimney shaft
other than that, i ain’t holdin’ back
i’m blowin’ stacks, collectin’ gats with sniper scopes and shoulder straps
that’ll rip through your ryan seacrest sequin vest
and i’m just gettin’ my feet wet
i’m a fan of damagin’
and makin’ you the next xxl milk carton candidate
you’s a roller derby b-tch -ss
serve a motherf-ckin’ dish in kick -ss
and watch you skate fast through plate gl-ss
you don’t reach the regions that my army spins
we top of the line, y’all computin’ with atari ram
y’all wanna live life as queens? well i’m with the suicide kings
hardcore ride or die team
i ain’t cleanin’ my kitchen, if i’m liftin’ a burner
my options, my d-ck or my gun, into a b-tch’s lips insert it

[scratching]

[apathy]: demigodz…apathy
[celph t-tled]: celph t-tled
[apathy]: suicide kings

boom bap motherf-ckers!

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