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Krylon Lyrics - Artist : Terror Reid
[Eliozie:]
Take a step back, you busy moving behind me Way too high of altitude for you to even find me You tiny, I smack your little hiney, you slimy fucknut There ain't a word in this world that define me What's up? We got a runner, a roadrunner Load the chopper gunner, take him out inside his own hummer Misuse drugs daily, become a recluse Get loose, I guess that's always the excuse Magnificent, sophisticated rhythm, I define Overdrive, go check the definition Make a precise incision and proceed with decisions to kill 'em (Kill 'em all) Position with that over-ambitious condition This is how I do all of my operations I'm never doing anythin' in moderation And I never give anybody co-operation Nope, never, not once, not even on occasion [Terror Reid:] I got these sucker MC's wrapped around my finger like some rings Now bow the fuck down to The King Don't be playin' with the West Coast Super Saiyan I hear you talk a lot of shit, but ain't shit until you get to sprayin' Stay payin' all my bills, poppin' on my pills Robbin' all the banks with my GTA-skills What's the beat, kid? This shit a banger, Tanquer - - ray up in my cup, I hate to sang it In love with the money bags Motherfucker spittin' out shit like a white ass Rollin' fast down your block in a ski mask, lookin' for a dollar sign Where the weed at, huh? Bitch, I seen that I'm a Sticky icky nitpicky, tickin' time bomb Swear on my mom's, yo, my shit is beyond Givin' you a cold shoulder to cry on I'm in the corner with a cap, I'm spraying Krylon [Eliozie:] Infect your mind with my intellect No indirect attackin', I be on my best And then I'm always every day to keep the world upset I'm living 'ere-up-in-ya head 'til you snap ya neck Lay low for a second, then I come back up And act up on you cunts, then I ash my blunt Inside ya eye sockets, shoot rockets that can't be blocked And every year wanted a model where I can't be stopped The radius is infinite, so if you think that you can hide You better go find another shelter to go inside Different planet to inhabit 'cause we cannot coincide On this one, I don't have a fuck to give, son Let the beat drop to keep on my feet, hot Say one wrong word, you kicking your teeth knocked out You on the verge of death, begging me, please stop (please stop) But I'll never stop shit, just sippin' my tea pot [Terror Reid:] I - murder da beat and drop it off on your front porch And that's the real reason why your parents got divorced There more coke in my day than Scott Storch The human torch, put me out and throw me overboard Doobie lit, duelie cocked, machete in my sock Duly noted, but I knew you was a cop And that shit ain't gon' fly, I'm a smoked out, bloked out Sword swinging kinda guy, and I'm tryna die Get outta line, son, and stay there I pull up with more snow than a Coca-Cola polar bear Stayin' dope, I poke a lot of smot in the parkin' lot Takin' up three handicap spots Grab the cash up out my palace Sippin' on Dom Pérignon out my chalice Trippin' like Alice, straight malice, throwin' off your balance Bustin' rap so fast, I give your fat ass a callus |
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