- Hell to Pay 歌詞 KXNG Crooked GAWNE Craig Owens
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- KXNG Crooked GAWNE Craig Owens
I swore to the G.O.D, I was finna get mine
Cause mama, you done made it out Chicagos west side
Ho ho, mama, lets ride- we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I aint going out quiet
Got time on my left wrist, God on my right, but Im out of my right mind, so be quiet
And dont ask what Im rapping for- this shit is personal
My momma gon live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursin home
Cause name five MCs in the game right now who could take me down
Ill wait- Crooked, we might just have to give em the rhythm that they came for now
When I hit em with the pro tank
Profane flow, til the propane flame goes out
Until then, Im the rap godzilla
Miraculous, Im coming to take the president down
Cause I came for the most hateful, cave troll
In the white house of an AWOL and his wife with an a-hole
Women say, 'No', but he wont stop grabbing the pussy by the handful
The man knows that he cant lose at a few scandals when Vladimir Putin is handing em
Wikileaks used to advantage the spirit in Hillary puttin that nail through the casket
And its a freaking apparent this country is reaching a point
Of combustion, but faith in humanitys practically vanishing
Conservative values have died, theyre inanimate
And liberals are panickin- turn into pussies, they packin they bags up and moving to Canada
Canada! You mother* ***ers aint really man enough
Howd I give a ****? Im never runnin for nothin
Even if Donalds got the nukes and hes coming for everybody
In the opposition, Ima beat it, open up a can of the whoopee
Im whooping the mag cause Im not a man, Im a legend, I wreck it
My records are breakin every single record on the man
And the second the world aint ready for the return of the mic murderin menace
I hurt em and burn em - Im pennin the word of the minute so call him a medic with anesthetic
Before they turnin to someone you never heard of
Pathetic, at first I was headed for heaven
But the devil said Id be better never repentin for my pen
Again when the venom is venerable, Im too ****in incredible
Unbiteable flow, it is inedible
My legible, my decibels and trebles are impeccable
One flip of the rap and kickin it back to the momentum
I first had it when I was entering my zone
Whoa, look at the show- Luke Gawne, Crooked I and Craig O
You probably thought I was gonna slaughter every syllable
But Im rippin em, the best when Im making it spit it
Bitch, Im limitless (Yo!)
Walking on with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Vision perfect, fantasy isnt
Rotting till Im dead- voices spread, nobody listen
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell topay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay (Uh, Crooks , go!)
Everybody worry about they guns in the second amendment
End it, my nigga, Ima tell you in advance
You want America to ban every weapon invented
Just put a gun in a real nigga hands
Cause me holdin steel wasnt built in the plans
Elephant in a room, Ima poacher (Shot!)
Still live in a womb, Ima smoke ya
Veteran in a mood, Ima choke ya
Even if youre ill with your hands, you still getting killed- it dont matter
When a shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window at the Mandalay bay, like he had a McCain
He sprayin, the crowd shattered, and the data dont add up- more than 58 dead
Conspiracy theorists sayin they really aint dead
But tell that to the mother****er laying on the ground
With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter
From the automatic ratata-tata thatll make you change everything in your mind frame
When the time came, Dylann Roof let his .9 aim
Walk into the church, turn that shit into a fire range
Squeezin on the deacon til his mind hangs, sideways
Nine slain- cries, pain, eyes drain, lies, blame
How do I explain hatred to a underage kid
Whos parents got their lives claimed by a killer
That the coppers got a whopper for at the Burger King
After the murder scene, they dont give a **** ifwe all die
Doin a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by
Slaughterhouse logo pig gettin hogtied
Fall guy, cause all Im seein is you devils bein greedy for dineros
But you *** *in with a pharaoh, Im the builder of the pyramid monument, my eyes on top of it
Im all-eyes seein, like Horus
All I ever needed was a chorus, the shit that get em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook
These killers shook- youre lookin at Crooked, youre lookin at a book
Crook is a thesaurus, godlike being
This industry is full of shady -isms, they be in a favouritism, take a listen
Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible
Whoever said he did it, Ima call it plagiarism
They was into Atheism, Paganism, Satanism- wait a minute
Pay the menace great attention- haters pissin , they be trippin
They be listin crazy spittin, daily rhythms, eighty bit em
Ate em like a plate of chicken
Players stick em for the blatant haterism
Say the mission aint a mission if the lyricism isnt a main event when Im paintin pictures
You ****in with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers
I gun smoke blunt rappers quicker than your blazin swisha
Walking on with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Vision perfect, fantasy isnt
Rotting tillIm dead- voices spread, nobody listen
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, therell be hell to pay
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