Shotgunz In Hell

RJ Payne & Canibus - Rap
Shotgunz In Hell
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Duration: 3:48
Lyrics
[Verse: Canibus] Canibus - if I can't rap, the Earth is flat But so is the Sun and so are these drums, can you work with that? My hybrid cyborg system ?spit a rhyme? like diving board distance From here I can slice off your whiskers Come out the entrance, run your ass down with slippers Grab your ass with the grippers, MI6 business takes 6 minutes Tell me what I want to know, you miserable sons of bitches Before my little Tiggers tie you up and torture you twisters Did I say torture? I mean tickle, intelligence central I'd likе to kill you once the lyrical magnetic forcе triples I give 4 dollars per ripple, 5 deadly fingers rip out your heart crystal With 6 syllables that'll target your signal Incoming hypersonic missiles? Adds a different ambiance to the riddle Hammer and sickle bang you in the temple Talk calmly, tell you to come across harmless, charming and gentle Then drive across a bridge and toss you out the car through the window 'cause you talk like a tall blonde bimbo Crawling bald out of a sinkhole Bend over, try to remove an awkward ingrown You weirdo metaphor nympho, what is this shitshow? They're criminals, why you even get involved with them though? RJ, let them niggas know Royal cartel got the illest flow Shit 'bout to be biblical [Bridge - RJ Payne] A ritual, mythical creature, this ether is digital We poppin' out so watch your mouth when you speakin' to generals Motherfucker [Verse: RJ Payne] Before the rapping we was robbing We clap if it's a problem 31 Flavors bitch I mix the Baskin' with the Robbin's Not a rapper I'm a goblin It sound like I got a DJ on my hook but that's my nigga scratching' and surviving, UH Cold hearted, The flow retarded, Load a cartridge Ima start killing rappers: Open Market Smoking chocolate with these two bad bitches, approach me cautious Bunch of hammers it look like Noah's Ark through the whole apartment, UH Mr. Fix it, a bit sadistic, touch me die, beef with Kentucky fried, kiss the biscuit Which statistic? I'm the number one rapper, get specific pen is raw, sample this Fentanyl its just a snippet nigga My mind Beirut, Harambe loose I'm rolling up bitch I'm higher than them Kanye boots My nine say shoot, hope your vest Picante proof I'm the greatest rapper alive I feel like I'm Jesus The ninety-two Dr. Dre with the Bombay juice Jumped out my momma Diamante coup I redesign they loops and write songs like Deante Hoops Am I the shit, well is Ashanti cute? You fuckin' right! Murders and all, burners involved Ruger's is out My niggas shoot at your house until the furniture fall I hope you niggas done alerted your dogs Were the best you pussies is scared of death bitch I work at the morgue PAYNE!
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Credits
- Writers
- Canibus
- RJ Payne