Kick in the Door

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Grey] White boy that y'all had no faith in A black facial face and I cave ya face in Wardrobe go dumb dumb The sun soothe syndrome You, dim-lit dimwits, nicknamed you Dim Sum My right hook deliver bloody nose bros Straight up your nostril Like fist scale co-co Like vocal T-loco, voodoo decodo Clawing at your vultures no need no vocode [Verse 2: Diabolic] Throw you in a chokehold Snapping your neck cause when animals attack with Hacking your flesh with an axe or a hatchet Smashing your chest till your clavicle and your fucking back intersect Pass me the cess inhaling the dutch smoke Now I'm sitting up on cloud nine from one toke Going buck wild cause the shit I just wrote got hoes swallowing my cock till the sluts choke [Verse 3: C-Mob] I'm blood soaking out on the shit that I am on You'll die upon and this chess game after crying, mom Rappers claiming they're big fish I'm Leviathan So fuck them and the horse they're riding on See me riding in a old Caprice Rolling deep my attitude is cold as sleet And I'm on my king shit bitch golden fleece And I suggest that you pray the Lord your soul to keep [Verse 4: Wildcard] Try and follow I'm bringing the psychic knowledge I'm mad cause the bible called me a heathen whose fireballing to hell and my rivals all try to kill me but it's more likely you'll invite me, Mr Grey and Diabolic to your bible college I am all of the pain that you try to ball up And bring in to find some solace when all of the skies are falling appalling a mic-aholic whose coming to light you all up like a sniper with Cerebral Palsy trynna hold his rifle solid Kick in the door [Verse 5: Mr. Grey] Mothafucka I'm cutthroat Line em up like dominos They all fall down one by one comatose On my shit don't overdose Tyrant trying know what throws so below I'm eskimo A sold-out show and the crowd just froze Raising ranting rodeo the baddest bull don't evoke I ain't fucking around folks I'm fire with no screen of smoke Shoot me or rock me I'm so mothafucking dope [Verse 6: Diabolic] Now why not soak my foes in propane Throw flames at em burn the whole gang Backslap whack cats snatch that gold chain The illest mothafucker from here to Spokane Fuck these no names I'm here with Mr. Grey To punch you in the face till our fists decay Whoever got shit to say I'll kick in your door And I'm fist fucking your face till your hitting the floor [Verse 7: C-Mob] All you bad apples get split to the core Trust none so I keep a .45th in the drawer Giving dick to a whore Till she's dripping and sore Going so hard she's telling me you ripped it and tore Going ape shit Killing pussies leave em in a waste pit You can't compete with C-Mob or Mr. Grey spit Rappers are so tasteless and you know they hate this So take this chance to save face and get a facelift [Verse 8: Wildcard] I recall I'm the wolf and the night is calling I'm throwing my rivals all in a well trynna climb a wall If they're praying to Christ or Allah I'm finding they wife and ball em Then I'm filling up they fucking holes I ain't talking stripe or solid Might acknowledge the ciphers that I'm dissolving I'm feisty inviting all on your face like a lion mauled it I'm swinging a knife this wall is just spitting now spiders crawling And I'm poisoning your drink mothafucka would you like an olive Kick in the door