Des Devious - Midnight Burial lyrics

[Intro: Reef the Lost Cauze] Yeah, AOTP Lost Cauze, Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Warchild we love you n***a (AOTP they know we be O N T O P) King Syze, Apathy, Celph Titled Eso, Blacastan, Yeah I can't remember all y'all n***as names man there's too many of y'all We got a n***a in the crew named Raul, shout out Raul (Raul what up n***a!) Uh [Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze] Ayo y'all p**y like a Fleshlight My squad is the ride or die, "arf arf" DMX type I be iller in my next life I'm f**ing Rad without the BMX bike Yeah, that's for my 80's kids there And y'all walk with rat tails like an 80's kids hair I smoke wax and eat pot brownies And still will crush and fold a grown man like Jadeveon Clowney Got the pound on me Don't get loud on me It'll be my treat, have a few rounds on me Salute, wild flute, wild fate Only thing sicker than Lost Cauze is child rape [Verse 2: Crypt The Warchild] Puerto-rock Rambo, long range ammo Always on my toes but I don't rock sandals Uncaged animal, off the leash, awkward speech Crumbs off the table, is that what you call a feast? Underground king, underworld got 'em under siege Cold blooded k**ers, we make the Tundra freeze Last life line, I'm out to make a million Kinda hard to do without pussies catching feelings I go all in, I ain't got nothing to lose Hollow points split your face, f**ing up your point of view n***as acting funny, trust me, I am so amused Terminate 'em On Sight, we know who is who [Verse 3: Esoteric] Ayo, f** a cap and gown, attack your crown, we the last around Blasting that cla**ic sound, lock it up, latch it down At the clowns, late to the fight, he tryna catch a round Only way I stoop to his levels to feed my ba**et hound I already pa**ed the pound, I ain't trying to match your style I ain't trying to rescue or adopt a crappy rapper now I'm in my cabin only happy with the bats around Like an older Bruce Wayne, or a younger Satchel now I'm saying when he's at the mound, if you can't keep up We ain't on the same Paige, it's time that I sweep up AOTP there ain't no equal, we anger people Like casting Mel Gibson in a Django sequel [Verse 4: Des Devious] Yeah, I spit incredible Your style DOA, stinking in the vestibule Automatic fire attire getting rid of you Shoulda just retired, now they sizing up a suit for you Look at you, in sh**s creek Not a paddle in sight, sh**'s deep I don't understand that, gun in your mouth talk Getting intimate with .40 cals, where your tough talk? It fell back, guess who had to second guess When you realize that the main man was named Des AOTP, put your motherf**ing heart to test 25 deep, n***as rolling to your f**ing rest I can get retarded too, bonafide idiot Fully auto in the tuck, watch how much lead is spit You delicate, softer than some baby thighs Drag you kids to the underground like I'm Pennywise Stoned off the reefer and the vodka got my liver fried Never have to be a losing n***a if you never tried [Verse 5: Celph Titled] Out the sludge and the slime, the bottom of the barrel I'm a God and a Pharaoh Rap game Robert De Niro Or better yet rap game Ron Swanson My song sponsoring my lab I keep flying saucers in Holsters and harnesses, my gold never tarnishes Gun powder Pharmacist, Manhattan Project on this sh** Getting high, injecting snake venom So get the f** outta Dodge, avoid taser shots - b**h, I'm ducking the charge Your rough rugged facade just a mirage So let's aim for your neck - make a bloody collage My bread straight, no croissant, so let's go My gun won the Cannabis cup for having the best smoke [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, hahahha Army of the Pharaoh clique (Everybody want heaven, dem not want dead) Reef the Lost Cauze, Des Devious, Crypt the Warchild, The Esoteridactyl Celph Titled, hahaha, We shining out here You think you mob motherf**er? We the motherf**ing mob Hahahaha!