Reel Goons

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] Break dancing, b-boy, I backspin Juxx crack back spine with a MAC-10 ILL fill the facts in, all about action You talk a lot of shit but never shot a nigga My plan broader, I specialize in manslaughter Cut the hands off the man with the camcorder Brook Dodger, home runs and shutouts Bust a fiend head when I put that uncut out Leanin' and rockin', hooked on that high dose Low down and dirty but still I'm high pulse RJ pack a cannon with some kickback Cop run up on me, I'ma push a pig wig back Unapologetic, I said it (I said it) You fake prosthetic niggas synthetic (synthetic) Yeah you fucking with the right one Rolled up eight bats, 'bout to light one Fuck with me! [Verse 2: Danny Diablo] Yeah! Yeahhh! Queens baby! Diablo gets the money Put the loot in the bag, ain't nothing funny The Iceman put fake gangsters to bed Rockin' black and blue flags, enough said Got a MAC-10 and a semi auto Ruger Cut you right in half, Bobby, they call me Freddy Krueger Snowing and there's still goons ready to kill The bitch gone bad as we rolling uphill It's the Crown of Thornz storm, I wreak havoc and pain Pull your head out son, remember my name Diablo, I got my Godzilla flow Tracheas rotting on my way to my show Gun sales increase, crime decreases The war on drugs, beat these fucking leeches This ringmaster, I'll fuck your bitch's face While listening to King Diamond, a merciful fate [Verse 3: King Gordy] Y'all act like y'all never seen a fat person before I'm with your wife high with Wi-Fi searching for porn A shady '80s breakdancer who basically hates cancer (Fuck it!) But still fuck bitches who have it, I'll tear that ass up Licking on her bald head, tell that bitch to stare at me (stare at me) Her pussy taste like chemotherapy and it's scaring me I'm a virus, bitch, I'm ISIS in a nice dress Slicing your wife's flesh, she's crying and trying to fight death (Bitch!) In a crisis you just lie lifeless I'm quite shit, I'll die, then rise up like a pilot Then fly high, then land in a b-boy stance With some white guys with bags filled with kilograms And I might try to grab all they weed, oh man And some White Fire OG, smoking three whole grams In a Backwood, I rap good and he don't stand A fucking chance, now give me those bags or get the fuck on (get the fuck on, fuck on, fuck on) [Verse 4: Raze The Ratchet] You cats are corny, your story lacks facts You call me Corey Haim, you lost boy Your fame came at a cost, boy Enter your city like the horse in Troy covert Letting go work, no smirk, here to throw dirt On your deep grave, the nation was depraved They waiting to be saved by the solar race With the heat wave they call me The Ratchet When the heat wave so behave or you can catch it And I dumb it down, haters quiet when I come around I was gone for a second but who want it now? I don't care what you reppin', lower that weapon Legend, word to my brethren Seven That's my dude like Devin, warrior like Kevin I let the thing go, sling snow to the gringos Talk the LES lingo even though they bite like a dingo But you know who's the king bro Raze! Bingo!