Out da Crypts

Lyrics

[Intro: The Cryptkeeper (John Kassir)] Tonight's tale from my collection of terror tomes is about a couple of real sharpies who'll do anything for a stab at the jackpot. So ante up, fellas. The game's about to begin [Verse 1: J Reno] Yo, you dealin' with a motherfuckin' pack of wolves Under the pale moonlight, we gon' act a fool Another average dude to a savage goon You can feel the ground shake when I'm passin' through Put a massive gash in you, hack and slashin' you So fuckin' bad that they cannot patch the wound Me and my squad is a massive crew Rush the avenue like we some rabid bulls I'm iller when I get up in the booth and kill it compared to anybody out that you used to feelin' A little bit of adrenaline, I ain't used to chillin' If you ain't heard of me yet then it's time to listen Give me a minute of your time and you'll find I spit it with a mind so dark and twisted, vicious yet realistic Shit that's mixed with hard raps depictin' my visions and thoughts from my brain written on a sick beat That's what the fuck you getting from me A shot of Jack, these rappers a cup of tea Fuck with me, this rapping is a passion but nothing free Before anything, believe that I'ma fuckin' eat [Verse 2: Sean Strange] Yo, you front like you tough, but I'm crackin' the whip From New York to Canada, out of the crypt You rappin', not trappin', quit actin' a bitch Or get buried beneath all the gravel and lead I hammer your bitch, then put the nail in her roof I dare you to shoot, the fake can never compare to the truth Now do the knowledge, you an internet rapper actin' the role, pal Talkin' like a legend whenever you on your profile I know now, you never plan to learn You're movin' quick like Paul Walker 'til you crash and burn Demand my turn, I climbed all the way to the top, you had better acknowledged my grind I boggle your mind, can easily get you cracked over the head with a bottle of wine Now follow the rhyme to figure out what kind of mood I'm in Make every doctor wonder, "What the fuck you do to him?" Remove the grin off your facial if you a hatin' faggot '90s shit, uppercut your chin and then we take your jacket Never can ever come battle with me, you fraudulent guy When I cry, battery acid always pour from my eyes (Come on) [Interlude: The Cryptkeeper (John Kassir)] Aww, poor little fellas, when I think of their childhood [Verse 3: Shallow Pockets] Your head and shoulders like my parents, they get separated Decapitated, you never made it, you devastated (Nah) I'm celebrated, accelerated faster than vapor, evaporated and ventilated You faker than any simulated bacon I ever tasted You feel the hatred and aggravation Congratulations and amputations, damage from strangulations Cameraman standing straight blatantly taping panoramic, dismantle your family relations Found in the basement, laid on the pavement, being late on the payment No patience, you famously makin' statements to agents Pain is a replacement for a place I leave vacant I write pages and pages and practice my cadence I'm practically at practice, a practition put through the paces I'm actually bat shit crazy and I butcher you basics Fuck up The Matrix, cut with razors Nothing major, leave the fun for later You fuckin' traitors, betray us, I'm not the one to play with [Outro: The Cryptkeeper (John Kassir)] Hahahahahaha