Cri Text & Carnage Instrumentals - MASSacre Pt. 2 (feat. Sick Noose, The One And Only J-City, WITTS & B. GanGSta)
The fuel for my magic is lifeWe only have enough prisoners
To send through our strongest warriors
But that will be enough the enemy is weak
When we arrive we will take them as fuel
We will build a new portal and when it is complete
We will bring through all of the Horde
Undivinest of mindless violence like slicin' off eyelids
The mills finest of tyrants with icey diamonds like pirates
The dodge sirens and lights virus insight and light fires
Unite to slice tires onsight we fight liars
Vice grippin' like pliers on kitchen knives like Michael Myers
Toolios like Coolio hammers twist you like a ratchet
Automatics get to brattin' bones cracking' gutter magic
Demon racket ectoplasmic incantations black static
Got my cum on ya palate bloody freeze round ya nostril
Runnin' brothels with S and M apostles they hostile
Dismembered like Hostile this the second Mass gospel
Sick Noose is spittin' these flames don't have time to play these games
I'm like a walkin' bomb blowin' up these fuckin' lames
Step to me and my niggas you'll get popped like a pill
My lyrics are so cold they're givin' niggas the chills
Gettin' Money stacked high bunch of hundred dollar bills
I'm on that Swine Flu status nigga cuz I'm so ill
N double O S E I'm ice cold like a blizzard
Workin' magic casting spells like a mutha fuckin' wizard
Spittin' dope rhymes more addicting than coke
I'm not a comedian so bes believe I'm no joke
Killing dope beats everyday like a lyrical king
I shine brighter than the diamonds in ya fuckin' ring
Let's keep the facts on the DL I'm The One And Only
Your hos go to me then they wind up and OD
I'm a champ not a chump while you slumped in the slums
Husslin' right to ya bums the come ups of funds
I'm the dun of the duns
The savior while your comrades are haters
I've never seen an ogre only seeing crisp paper
Dead presidents of the past
I hold in my pocket definition of cash
I'm defining the image sit down and listen
To the Evil Money gangsta I earned my respect
No need for help or no favors
Never question death when I come up and shank ya
Finna berserk a verse to show you that I ain't adverse
To filling the hearse I'm cursed so don't you
Forget who to go to Kaoken to Goku
Is the bassline to my spitting
Ritalin Risen in my bloodstream
Given admissions who's above me
None be it's lovely feel like Stokely
Oakley's on my face flippin' that pencil and getting' erased
Hope he wrote a will in case he trying to step up to the plate
Yuh I rope a dope you imitate I'm faded made it on ya playlist
Even if it's cuz you hated renovated visions of dreams
Thought I would never make it was mistaken
Now I am not the hits I'm takin' off of the pot
They got me schemin' off of the top yah
Multiplying lies in ya story and it ain't adding up
I'm ballin like I'm dirk and I got it tucked man a lot of us
Just waiting on the smoke so just spark it up if you talkin' tough
Ya bitch'll bust it down for some prada stuff gotta lotta bud
Rolled up in the woody what's goody told me he could but would he
Hoody on my dome flowing poems I know
Got these biddies on my phone tryna' blow 'em and go
I'm the year of the dog hear my bark as a warning
Cuz if I have to fight you then I'd likely leave you mourning
Check my posture I stay on point like Peter Parker
My spidey sense is tingling no point in us even talking
I'm quick tempted switch bladed and sixth scented
The cataclysm spark a blaze like a bitter winter
Nigga you can check me better learn to respect me
Cuz the last thing you really want to do is upset me
Niggaz better get protection its cash like I'm NASDAQ
This stock dropped a hazmat clown niggaz get laughed at
Homie we not homies we past that
My homie with the chromie gon pass that thet nigga mashed up
It's Armageddon my armor man put me in position
To leave you wishing' on a star with no competition
I'll modify ya lipids box and ship 'em
Murder Mass top of the hills the most official
Written by:
Brian Cavitt, Christopher Arseniou-LaFlamme, Jason Morall, Myles White, Patrick Witts
Publisher:
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