Bloody Samurai

Lyrics

[Chorus: Thea Van Seijen] Bloody samurai, my hate will never die Bloody samurai, my sword will never die Bloody samurai, my hate will never die Bloody samurai, my sword will never die [Verse 1: Crisis] Yeah; I'm like daredevils, I dare devils to take it to that level Make 'em dig their own grave with their own shovels Sharpshooter, drop helicopters, black out shadows 'Cause when it's time to ride, it's like pedal to the metal Full-fledged, beat suicidal, leave holes with skull heads Hit your cult for your vault, leave 'em all dead And some nice swipe game plus handsome Hoes hold me ransom, get mad and throw tantrums Seven braids like Samson, strength of Job Since these niggas wanna trip, I make it all unfold Didn't choose the genie, didn't choose the leprechaun Niggas better watch the gravesite they stepping on Thinking it's a game I rose him, now your ass is frozen Nuclear explosion, we straight West Coastin' [Pre-hook: Thea Van Seijen] I was born as a soldier, and I'll fight in a field I'll run like a hunter, and I'll hide in the hills [Chorus: Thea Van Seijen] Bloody samurai, my hate will never die Bloody samurai, my sword will never die Bloody samurai, my hate will never die Bloody samurai, my sword will never die [Verse 2: Rugged Monk] The street apostle with Roscoe's, that'll burn flesh off your fossil Make you suck on that nozzle 'fore you swallow these hollows Clutching a bottle, yeah, I'm a hard act to follow Nigga, I don't write raps, little homey, I write novels Every chapter I capture, the mind of millions When I slang raps like crack, to the women and children Bring down the building, crowd roars, oh what a feeling Feels good like I'm puffing on that sticky chameleon The street villain made most of his money from drug dealing It's rules to the game, trust nobody that's squealing 'cause snitching is a pet peeve like a bitch with a bad weave It's not honor amongst thieves, niggas deal with greed I'm from a breed of real killer, that's cutthroat That'll front you to work and kill you if you a buck short Bloodsport, flick you like the butt of my Newport Or with the butt of my gun, take that, nigga, run [Verse 3: Dexter Wiggles] I come to stop the hollering and screaming, blaow Stop screaming, make a nigga wish he still dreaming Since appearing against a ninja, taught him barbarianism South Central mental-ism Like the local news on the local high school for all this realism Don't let all the whites go there 'cause all the whites'll go there Have 'em all braiding they hair And having tattoos and street numbers instead of good grades from school It's like ridicule, and what would Jesus do? If he was standing at apartment, he was beeping with that dizzle Like a hole ain't enough to end all ridicule But a hoe'll get real holy enough to preach and end you [Chorus: Thea Van Seijen] Bloody samurai, my hate will never die Bloody samurai, my sword will never die Bloody samurai, my hate will never die Bloody samurai, my sword will never die [Outro: sample] If you win, I'll tell you where to find the number two If I win, I'll have your head Do we have a deal?