Superman

Lyrics

(Chorus: Evil Pimp) Busters act like Superman, But bullets be your kryptonite You best have your cape so you can fly up to the afterlife (Verse 1: Evil Pimp) I peep, Then creep, Count sheep and go to sleep You niggas got some problems, Automatic's gonna see Your flesh, A mess, My nuts you best not test You player haters get free passes to my killing fest Confess, This nine, Which I'll rush you and touch you to your spine Can you handle the pain of my fucking rouge Chrome, If you can't, Then I advise you to hide I dine, On blood, As I check off my job popping slugs Cause Evil Pimp is from the fucking black market, I'm selling your organs in jugs With sauces, Your process, I takes no shorts or losses Your family found your body outside down on bloody crosses My fortress four horses, With your blood I begin to paint portraits Take a run through the hall with blood stains on the wall and the trail of my mutilated corpses I burst, It hurts, I love the way blood squirts The pain and suffering is what like satisfies my thirst Your verse was worse, So better stay motherfucking alert When I give up my Evil, I tend to see niggas be face down on the planet of Earth (Chorus: Evil Pimp) (Verse 2: Stan Da Man) Stan from the Klan, Gun in hand, Acting like Superman Blow a niggas ass off, Catch a lemon slipping is so simple and planned Buster put your hands up, Like a broken mirror, I'm coming with bad luck Leaving niggas bucked bucked bucked, Leave a lemon bleeding rotting in my trunk North side niggas talking shit, Understanding like they commit a felony Sweet robbery, Shooting motherfuckers my specialty Leaving corpses under my bed, Hidden under lumber just from smelling so dead Model and fake under the map, Superman niggas get shot in they head Hot as hell summertime, Walking down the street perpetrating this crime Keep your family in the house while the Stan Man is walking out late night Scoping out the fucking bitch, Nigga don't be knowing that he about to be hit About to get a raise because we so quick, Leave him fully shot then we get Hanging out the liquor store, Getting me a Miller so I got a buck-o Lighting up the Swisha Sweet, Take a fucking hit and I'm about to get blown Busters act like Superman, But I got your kryptonite If you really Superman, Stop this bullet from my nine (Chorus: Evil Pimp) (End of the song)