Back II The Future

Lyrics

[Intro: Kid Vishis] Yeah, so as you know this is The Purge So i decided to reach out to the West Coast To a professional firing squad Called the Horseshoe G.A.N.G As a matter of fact, I think they just arrived [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] The moment I speak, the battle's won If niggas want me to get at em', done You know I'm Abel, I be Adam son Tell me who is next to challenge I disrespect the faggot, rob you for your credit card Push you down, check your balance Now if I push a brother I guess it's malice I'm an ape, looking for somethin' to swing on, i'm Caesar Where's my palace? I tell a bitch that she fly as Scarlett Johansson I'm parking this car at your ass And try and to get your bra out unfastened Bitch I am hardly romantic I'm a nigga with a hard dick and that's it I'm heartless, far from these artists You can call me Charlie or Manson The shit I wrote in my notepad's, soked in, dope man I be killin' myself Feelin' myself, like I'm choking my throat with my own hand Me not go for the dough man no can-do Niggas get blown away over that cake no candle I'm fly as [?] You niggas finna be over I trade features with Vishis we Nicholas and Travolta [Verse 2: Kenny Siegel] While you out I be playing with your baby like coochie coo In the crib with your baby if her coochie's cool Tryna taste that juicy fruit, skip the whoop dee whoop Right after I screw I'm through I got a shoot to do Stuck my head in her ass, head-butt Nutted on her chestnut chest called it chestnut Should I go on? Instead I'll go off like ending credits goin' up i'm bout' to show off I can beat a nigga's ass with my hands tied Tell bitch-niggas like anal sex go n' hide I won't stand for foolishness, wave your hands by Cause I stand by this pistol that's on stand-by My mind's not from this land, deadly as landmines Not the kind of man to be kind to mankind Knock you across the room if we let them hands fly Make you slide across the land, it'll be a landslide [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] What do you get when you mix a nigga like Crooked and Royce in a blender? You get Vishis and Horseshoe niggas itchin' to torch you niggas This is the portrait of war, I'm a horseman mixed with a swordsman nigga My vocab is enormous, tyranno-thesaurus nigga The Horseshoes is fly like we the feet of Pegasus Yes we finna be the death of them MC's just leave it to me like leaving inheritance to relatives He finna leak intelligence I don't mean information I mean his brain's commin' out his melon bitch What can you tell a psycho with 'kinesis With my mind i'mma thimble in sniper rifle pieces To snipe you from right behind the bleaches That homicide was needed A righteous kill my righteousness might just rival Jesus The black mafia In fact the rap Yakuza I was molded from Play Doh I'm a rap philosopher I'm treating your bitch like a drop top now Drivin' a stick in her cock-pit with her top dropped down [Verse 4: Andrew "Dice" Deniro] I got a Terminator skeleton With all this tissue and melanin Got the heart of Bishop mixed with artificial intelligence Now all that shit you was tellin' us Just caught up with ya cause hell a just Finna swallow all of you niggas I'm telling you all of this shit is irrelevant You brought a water pistol to a slaughter But I brought a starter pistol Cause when I start gunnin', niggas start runnin' I carve initials in your tissue for the hell of it This is Sparta I ought to kick you while I'm yelling it Dice is psychotic IQ is high as hydraulics Or flight pilots finna light chronic IQ is liable to sky rocket I'm finna hold the mic hostage finna sock this cop in his right optic's eye socket Cause cops is watching and now he on some cyclops shit I tend to excel when I flex rhymes Ask Chino XL and Tech N9ne I got a Tec-9 that's XL I sex dimes I don't sex nines But still I'm cocking this 9 you 'gon get that next time I leave your head bloody red, I send you thoughts cause I read minds [Verse 5: Kid Vishis] Yeah, I grab the mic turn into Mike Tyson When I'm writing I'm Sean Price, still alive and vibrant The nicest, sicker than a group of white guys killing and giving high fives because they blamed it on ISIS Said you not for games? I don't play as well I never claimed to father the devil, I just raise hell Then we clashin' I'm swinging if we scrappin' Now he blocking punches got him looking like he dabbin' For this shit you say, my mental state is pistol play Try frontin' and die from it I'm triumphant Get with the culture, why you making Vishis get vulgar? I'm a 5'9" Eminem soldier, imminent flower, winning a war Cause I got your girl sliding down the pole like Mario winning the board There's something about you iffy Remind me of a mermaid because you don't have a pussy but you still fishy [Outro: Kid Vishis] The Purge, yeah the team is here The Purge, It's all finished now the streets is clear The Purge, Luci, Dice, Kenny, De-Bo, Vishis