Travis Omen - Casey Jones

Masked up, black gloves with the crazy flow
Bats tucked with the clubs in the bag in he holds
A bad one so don't trust me im 80's born
Put this tape right to to ur dome bitch
CASEY JONES
Sounding like a beat down how I'm dropping hits
You can hear the street sounds In every bar he spits
Feeling like Big L back in 96'
I bring emcees hell with these h-e-double hockey sticks
Don't know how else I can say it if you not convinced
Try and knock on this then you can give my knob a twist
Had a lot of doors close before I saw an inch
Now I'm body checking thru this bitch, Yeah I'm off the hinge
Plot twist, vigilante of hip-hop hits
Rhyming over 80's pop shit, while I pop shit
Turn yah nightclub into a mosh pit
Stomp kids, Travis Scott shit, but it's not it's
Masked up, black gloves with the crazy flow
Bats tucked with the clubs in the bag in he holds
A bad one so don't trust me im 80's born
Put this tape right to to ur dome bitch
Casey Jones
Masked up, black gloves with the crazy flow
Bats tucked with the clubs in the bag in he holds
A bad one so don't trust me im 80's born
Put this tape right to to ur dome bitch
Casey Jones
Sitting shotgun in a hot, dark deville
Never drop the L but I flick it when it's hot as hell
Rolling with the squad, Don, Leo and Raphael
They don't know karate but they riding with a lot of shells
And I got the sticks, literally not the blicks
Never need a gun it's more fun when I stomp yah ribs
Golf club to yah lips. This a par six
Teeth hit the walls of your projects, complex
Real violence, I'm with all that
All you kids be hearing crickets, when I hit you with that cricket bat
This the type of shit I bring to listeners who kicking back
So every time they hear the kick n' clap they get kicked back
Shit yeah, ima vigilante
Rolling with them Hard Knock Kids but this isn't Annie
Isn't this shit vicious? Rhythms that can keep the prison happy..
AC dot jones the original, let's get it cracking
Masked up, black gloves with the crazy flow
Bats tucked with the clubs in the bag in he holds
A bad one so don't trust me im 80's born
Put this tape right to to ur dome bitch
Casey Jones
Masked up, black gloves with the crazy flow
Bats tucked with the clubs in the bag in he holds
A bad one so don't trust me im 80's born
Put this tape right to to ur dome bitch
Casey Jones

Written by:
Travis Oman

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