FUNK SINISTAZ

Lyrics

Taken off motherfuckin' set [Intro: ?] Funk from the sinista-Funk from the sinista Funk from the sinista-Funk from the sinista Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone [Chorus: ?] Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone [?] [?], called from the Sinista Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone [?], called from the Sinista [Verse 1: BAKER] Bitch I'm a crazy motherfucker you can see it in my eyes Triple six, devil shit, sent out my clique you bout to die Homicide, down we ride into the shadows where killers subside We be here to bring foretelling, we had none to be satisfied Now it's that time, purple cup, razor blade under my tongue On the corner dressed in black with the devil's aura on Sacred chance demons dance candlelight begin a trance Hit the blunt to calm my nerves but the vision of the past ain't start to flash In my mind I hear them talk, children screaming at the dead they walk Voodoo dolls and turnt up cross Sacrificin' motherfuckers in the cold stalk now what's up chumps? Is you scary? clique so big we out to bury Competition is the mission get a bitch lookin' for a menace of leech And with the quickness we creepin' on a limp impulse to slip in Grip the pistol down, the mask filled up with killers ambition Now this the new edition just youngins on a hunt Creepin' out the cut smokin' on some blunts never giving a fuck [Chorus: ?] Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone [?] [?], called from the Sinista [Verse 2: SATANIC DJS] Just sinisters in my ministry White rapper crackers ain't into me My rhyme stank like a bloated corpse I'm fortified like a Trojan Horse You want a war? then I'm the general I'll crush your skull into mineral Kidnap your bitch then I'll feed her shit for several thousand days in different interval I watch the game like a sentential The underworld is my element Swang through these bars like orangutan and stamp these bustas like elephants I sell the game ain't no tellin' it That sucker shit ain't relevant My attitude is malevolent Baker, Mack and my fellowship I'm hella sick but no HIV just choppin' grass with my state ID My Jason mask and my satan rap just chillin' ill in my villainy I shatter bitches anatomy Blood splatter acts as my strategy I've tried to blast out the galaxy it's just gravity that keeps catching me Insanity is like alchemy A fascinatin' morality My agony and my tragedy turned into graphic rapshody Death slappin' rappers mathematically Carjackin' actors [?] If I catch a body so casually [?] factually [Chorus: ?] Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone [?] [?], called from the Sinista