Dead in the Streets

Lyrics

[Intro] It's aligned! [Verse 1: Necro] There's a message in a bottle Wanna smash you in the face with that bottle at full throttle You're a snitch like Otto, give you a lobotomy Leave you with a blood clot in your arteries Your blood clot with heart disease You lack heart, you're two-face like Aaron Eckhart The schmeckle that flip from the TEC'll rip your neck apart You're a faggot like Sacha Baron, Brüno Chop you into little pieces like kasha varnishkes, do you know? That's buckwheat, your girl's fuck meat I buck heat at you, sucka, 'cause you fucking repeat shit likе a parakeet I need a new bitch every week, probably nеver marry a creep More like an Arab sheikh with a harem of freaks I'll lay you out in the street, you'll cry in defeat You're on some weirdo shit, you're into feet You're incomplete, you nincompoop You're into poop and piss, bitch, you cut queefs Ho, I'll put you on the skewer like chess [Chorus: Kid Fade] The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji [Verse 2: Demunz] I was psychotic before, now I'm crazier than back then We're the madmen rising up from the crack dens Storming through the streets of Manhattan On the back of the Kraken packing a MAC-10 Stab you with a black pen Proceed with caution, stone cold like Austin I'm packing Glocks often to put you in your coffin Pussy poppin', I'll kick your skull until it softens We're coming for your head, but it's not the only thing I'm chopping I'm knee-deep in blood with red socks like Boston Watch the way you're talking, or we might end up boxing Give me Oxycontin and a cunt to stick my cock in Or we'll put you in a wheelchair, just like Stephen Hawking's You're a walking dead man, a snuff film on webcam Necro carries guns and strangles thugs with their headbands I'll OD on meth and blackout like Redman And leave you in a body cast shitting in a bedpan [Chorus: Kid Fade] The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji [Verse 3: J Nyce] I hit you so hard, it knock the stickers off your hat The force of which you fall blow the heart out your back Drop to the floor, y'all can't think of where you at Your corpse in a box, put about six in your van We're living so grand, maybe 'cause the rulers are damned Let's do it again, like stormy weather that ruin your plans A tool in this hand, a .22 just chewing your skin Just like you, it don't go through to the end It's brutal, my friend, it's my time, I'm due like the rent My doodle spins blindside at the pull of the pen Blow up a pad, like I was pulling a pin Have you spilling your guts, try holding 'em in Blood pouring once more when I tore off your limbs These cops crooked like your jaw when it come off my Timbs You a faggot like your pops, I'm a son of a pimp You maggots ain't fly until you motherfuckers grow wings [Chorus: Kid Fade] The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji [Verse 4: Shallow Pockets] Fool, listen, if you're sick, I'm the immune system Two-fisting two chickens to the music's rhythm Chew 'em, spit 'em, running through all these women (Yah) I'm winning, it's a new beginning, my whole religion is sinning The homie sitting in prison, haven't written in a minute I'll admit it, I fucked your wife right in front of the children What a feeling when I run in your building illing (Yah) Point guns at the ceiling, killing, every shot's one in a million I smash your game, like a bull inside a China shop (Yah) Moving so fast that I can't try to stop My lines shine, like the cuts on the diamond rocks Your mind in shock with a spine shot, you lyin' to rot Motherfucker, in a pile where your rhymes are tossed Split open your head, so we can find your thoughts I'm like double 07 with them spiral shots Treat you like a used rubber when your cock knocked [Chorus: Kid Fade] The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji