We Creep (Chrome Thang)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Wild Child] I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot [Verse 1: Evil Son] What do you see when you look in the mirror? The nigga they call the Evil Son Leavin' you numb, you niggas can't run, blowin' you up like in Vietnam Torture your body, your souls I take when I unleash the rap of my nine milli slug Leavin' your body in a pool, redrum Evil Son callin' you, niggas so calm Look into the eyes of the mask when I blast Leavin' your body lyin' dead in the grass Crucifix cuttin' you up like Freddy, blessin' you with this holy machete Deadly dreams, I'm hearin' sirens as I hear these silent screams One, two? We comin' for you, Evil Son known as a demonic fiend Diminishin' you with a blink of an eye, your body givin' off a smell Walkin' through Four Corners, just like walkin' through the gates of hell Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, this psychopath's goin' into a rage Crucifix holdin' you down as I slice you up with razor-blades Boil your skin, I have no friends, I'm gigglin' with an evil grin Takin' control of your soul is so bold, stickin' a pitchfork up your nose Glance into this crystal ball, busters end up meetin' they maker Evil son and Crucifi, taking your soul, 'cause we're the soul takers [Verse 2: Crucifix] You fucked up, it's time for cap peelin' You talkin' 'bout fighting, I'm talkin' 'bout killin' Crucifix in this bitch for the '96 You talkin' that shit, now you gonna die, bitch We comin' out hard, crackin' slugs, what's up? Run for your life, in your back catch a slug Nine in a chamber, I'm just full of anger Blow up like some bombs, you come and get some Niggas I'm jackin', my mind is just snappin' Who gon' be hit? The wig always split Don't come with no talk, Crucifix got a yawk Crushin' your legs to the point you can't walk That handicap sign on the back of your ride You can die, Crucifix gon' be alive Blood is showin', your heart gon' be blown Up out of your chest as I put you to rest The devil keep tellin' me kill every buster Crucifix gotta do what Satan say Crucifix blowin' these niggas away In the midst of a river, your body gon' lay I'm barrin' no buster or punk motherfucker Bruisin' my knuckle while serving these suckers Listen to me as I talk to myself I promise you busters gon' meet your death Walk through the night with a devil look on my face Mass murderer leavin' no trace Scared of the dark, claimin' you hard Taking your souls, souls I take Scopin' the scene with an infrared beam Slicin' and dicin', I'm fond of a guillotine Bring your dreams and watch 'em diminish Empty my clips and still I ain't finished [Chorus: Wild Child] I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot [Verse 3: Mac Ran] Straight up outta Riverside, holding my motherfuckin' dick A blunt in my face, drinking a quart Hollerin' Riverside, bitch Pants sagging, drinking, laughing Checking niggas on the cut Crenshaw[?] killers, Riverside niggas Players just don't give a fuck Fuck you fuck no fuck them fuck them I don't give a motherfuck This ain't no studio gangsta shit But mane, this shit is straight up Riverside Hoe, bitch, the home of the killers, players, pimps Hustlers, shooters, real big dick gorillas on the corner Set the track we jacking bitches cause they talk shit We don't ever hesitate we've got to get up in they shit Comin' in packs in black ski-masks Gonna blast yo ass real fast then [?] [?] back to the track [?] Riverside dissin' bitch Crenshaw was my other set Climbing through the thirty show 9-6 niggas running shit all over nina tho Player ain't gonna bring it real Fuck a gangster fairytale Scopin' out these hoes Fuck these niggas give 'em farewell [Verse 4: Tommy Wright III] Who can you run to? Once your surrounded by niggas with Tecs Soul takers on the quest, time to collect licks, fuck respect My sweat, dripping off of your face Lightning it's so frightening To me it's exciting, chasing white folks through the woods When they fall, you know it's all good Michael Myers, set 'em on fire Lighter fluid, there's nothing to it Look up to the moon, I can see it's kind of full My hair grows long as I turn into a werewolf Chase 'em just like Jason Gotta have more than a gun for this leprechaun As I say, wanna play? Bloodlust sugar, take your soul like Chucky Scary looking knife, baby don't be surprised When I wake up on the morning, someone dead on the news Got mud on my shoes, but I swear I was asleep Bloodshed leaving clues, like I don't tell the truth Witchcraft, as quick as that hoe on Bewitched Tommy Wright will leave a nigga in a ditch Soul takers, back breakers, like Lex Luthor My idol Freddy Krueger Tales from the grim reaper, saw the crypt keeper Gotta let me know when to kill Norman Bates can wait, so I shot him up a bit As he bled, we called Pinhead Went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror No care, say Candyman name 5 times Grab my Smith & Wesson, flicked on the light Tommy Wright didn't have no reflection [Chorus: Wild Child] I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with the Glocks, we take 'em to they stash spot