Spit Fest

Lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] Yeah Whatchu know about them Horseshoes? It's official, nigga [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] My MAC double 1, blast you with power, gun stashed in my trousers Give me half an hour, it'll be a blood bath in the shower I devour the weak, you say you can beat me You lyin' outta your teeth, I shouldn't allow you to speak I'm untouchable, out of your reach You say you down with the streets I drop you, you really down with the streets now Red dot ya dome, you dead when I squeeze, blaow Your hat fly off the top of your head, like a freestyle Let's switch the topic, you ain't hot, nigga, stop it You get hit with the biggest rocket, and man, I don't mean Yao I battle any rapper you name, I'm slaughtering Take your shine like I was snatchin' your chain, I'm sharper than... Dracula fangs, this cat is insane, faggots get maimed The jaggedest blade, plasma'll stain your fit (Wooo) You stagger in pain, I clap at your frame with accurate aim Splatter your brain, in fact, I'm deranged, I'm sick [Verse 2: Dice Dinero] I step in the place, with a MAC-Milly, stuck in my waist But if I was broke, it'll be gettin' stuck in somebody's face (Yeah) But whatever the case, this raw dog is always out to get ya Whether it's bone on bone or this nine that'll split ya Or my chrome on chrome, double barrel, that'll hit ya Or my titanium, double sharp blade, that'll slit ya... Throat, at mach speed and in this Western Conference Nigga, I'm the top seed and can't nobody stop me, so Come meet the art of war, nigga, whatchu waitin' for? I double bogey your score, on a par 4 I'm 10 times worse than the definition of hardcore So, no wonder why you don't wanna tangle with this warlord 'Cause I got a 4-4 and I'll send forward, four... Bullets through your car door and after that, send four more 'Cause I rep Dynasty, bitch And the Horseshoe Gang is always known for puttin' holes in a snitch [Verse 3: Kenny Siegel] I let bullets from the gun hit you, become one with you You could be 7 foot 5, you'll be 6 feet when I'm done with you Nigga standing, keep still 'cause this bandit keeps steel When I shoot, I won't miss you, but your family will They'll be mourning like Alonzo Or the first period of the day, you'll be a John Doe Don't get your throat slit, back up When I drop you, you won't get back up If you want to, then go get backup 'Cause this four-fifth packer I'll be happy to unload clips at ya Your whole clique scatter I'm so sick, act up And the D-Eagle will leave you deceased I'm not against increasing the peace But my pants keep creasing the piece We'll raid your place, we'll break your face And give you liposuction, I mean take your weight I'm a boss, I must fire, I wet your entire attire No bodybuilder, but I lift, fuck iron [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] I'm a mass murderer, slash, verbal assassin Mashin' in a murderous fashion, verbally dispersin' a thrashin' It's curtains The hurtin's will worsen I break jaws, when we face off, I take off, and knock your face off So fuck increasing the peace, I'm unleashin' the beast With enough heat in the streets, to police the police My speech is diseased The psycho with eyes frozen I recite flows, that go over your head, just like Trojans I got a little friend for you to meet, like pacino And I rob deniros with the heat, at casinos Squeezin' and reload, lethal as Neo Leavin' you D.O.A., we don't play, when me and the team roll deep I knock in your door, creepin' with heat, low Blow your cerebral to pieces, when you peek through the peephole Rob cats for their cheese and their kilos Ballers take shots, that equal at least 4, like a 3 and a free throw [Outro: Crooked I] (Wooooooo) Woooooooooooooooo (Ha, haaaaa) Woooaaaaaaaah Ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, nigga Y'all ain't fuckin' with that, man Take me to the next shit (Uh oh) They can't fuck with that