King Cobra Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How they want it with the Brainsick gone beast?
I been livin' up in Hell's Kitchen where they teach me no peace
Wanna do it, you a fool, think about a pitbull, no leash
I be killin' everybody in the game, Twisted Insane on Bs
I mean, think about it, homie, they don't even really make them like me
Anybody wanna come and get it, they throw wood, I chop trees
I am undefeated, they can beat it, I be in the right top on thesе
How the f*ck a nigga make a hundred songs thеn come with no heat
Stop! Mowin' over like a running back with the rock
I'm a different level in the game, I bring pain, blood, you not
Even close, come and get a toast, I get ghost when I pop
Every time a nigga get up in the booth I spit those hot rocks
Stop! I will never do it till I'm on top
I will die try'na get high as the Mountain, ?not rocks?
I mean, ain't nobody even left, take one step and get dropped
Look around, where'd they all go? I don't know, I'm still hot
I'ma go and get a bag of swag, how much you got?
Don't think you finna hit this shit, nigga, you not
Give a nigga six feet, blood, don't come on this block
Run around up in the underground, might drown in Ciroc
Used to run around like Deebo, what the f*ck do you got
On my 40 ounce, I'ma go and bounce niggas domes till they pop
No pretendin', nigga, best to runnin' 'fore they watch a casket go drop
I don't wanna leave and be a nightmare, but the Brainsick's forgot
They be all up in the comments, "he's too fast when he raps, nigga"
I don't really give a rat's ass, smoke your favorite rap like a fat Swisher
Every time I walk up in the door they go "f*ck, it's that nigga"
20 years in the game and still here, facts, nigga
Whoo! Liable, your right hand on the Bible
Murder rate ?the right vibe? with the Bloods and Crips and the Pirus
No one is [?] until they run into Michael
They will all meet their rival, there's no one who may survival
Shit, people tell me I'm a nutcase like Manson
Maybe there's sum'n to this shit, don't know, go ask him
Tie 'em up in the basement, then hold them for ransom
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Heckle, checkle, necro-mancin'
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Spend my time try'na get all
Master rap roller
I ain't try'na sit in here sober
Get the brain in the Range Rover
Green like okra
Try'na get my shit like Oprah
Brackin', blood, nigga, move over
On the green sofa
Wifey in the room bent over
Hit the limo, ten chauffeur
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