Crown of Horns

Lyrics

[Verse] Baker Ya Maker Roll deep in the mist DOOMSHOP is the clique And my set is the 6 Devilish thoughts in my head Got a playa feelin' dead Smoke another fuckin' blunt Just to cope what was said The ways of the mystic My styles so cryptic I'm killing these bustas With skills that are vicious No love for these hoes Yes my heart is a hole Just a young white boy From the south with no soul Kill em, Kill em With the funk Bodies piled in the trunk There's no positive in me The cancer of love is nowhere to be found My hope for the future's nowhere to be seen Creep creep on the scene With my eyes red and black As my head hang down Past my shoulders Testin' my pimpin' Now that's a death sentence Don't fuck with me bitch Cuz my nuts big as boulders Just another grime fiend With a mind of a prophet Bout to show you what the motherfuckin' [?] Ten toes down With my nose to the ground Marijuana in my lips With a pocket full of loud Step up if you wanna busta Ima show you my deadly hustle Never fear another man Easily I break you suckas