Pokerbeats - Firing Squad lyrics

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Pokerbeats - Firing Squad lyrics

[Intro] Firing Squad! [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] I am Crip or Blood, I'm a contradiction right? I'm a blood cousin, I'm super Kryptonite Listen, I switch it, I let the punishment fit the crime like I blew this b**h mind, left cause she ain't blew my mind right The COB Don Dada, it's not one hotter I get mo', n***a's tortured like I'm Guantana' I'm Pac and BIG Poppa cause I pack a big poppa Shotgun drop ya', Nirvana your momma's Oblongata It never occured to ya', even b**hes get murked And it's even worse when it's 1st degree leaving them 3rd degree burn on her Next I'm raping her corpse after I murder her Necrophilia b**h, you f**ing with a murderer I'm dicking 2 s*uts, cause I'm giving 2 f**s Who but the Shoes, we wrecks, the new Chucks Chew'd up ya' crews, with Techs, we gooned up Cross fire ya' front yard like I'm the Ku Klux [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] Hey yo, my 16s baffle My sh** is art, way over your head like the Sistine Chapel Over your head like a hat, I got that Kangol flow I got that go where you can't go flow The thoughts I formulate is psycho I [?] Norman Bates Can't wrap your brain around the raps I say Perhaps you may be able to wrap your brain around my full metal jacket Make your brain hug my slugs, give my shots a warm embrace My circle move through the street, kind of like a tire Dressed to k**, wearing steel, kind of like attire I kind of like to tie you up with dynamite Make you spit a rhyme with 1 line like when i ignite the fire I'm a sly conniver, h*mocide designer, a spitter with cyanide saliva n***a I'm a rhyme insider I'm a rhyme messiah, give me a mic and n***a I go in I wouldn't lighten up if I had a vitiligo [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] If I had a heart, it would have to be defrosted If I had a mind, I would give you weak n***as a piece of it but I lost it I'm often on one more than often not, often on so bums approach with caution My tech is destined to clap the chest of a cat Who's quest is to try to test the best left of the map Take a rope and tie it around the neck of a cat Leave him hanging like rejecting a dap I'm a f**ing beast I'll backhand your granny then uppercut your niece Bust [?] a seed and then go f** your s*ut to sleep I'm actually past nasty, mad crafty I spaz on tracks and I'm strapped, I'm clap happy A live wire, choke you out with barbwire A boss, you'll get laid out not off when I fire This the COB and we warrin' I'll have you [?????????] [Verse 4: Kenny Siegel] I'm stuck in my ways, I'm hard headed Like I'm finna f**, freaking a s*ut is the only time I give a f** Gripping a snub, squeezing the bust, the only buck I give a s*ut Sieg is AIDS infested semen, I'm the sickest nut I'm erection hard, I'm like the stinging pain, you guessed it smart ?????????????? when my session starts Best in my profession, yes I perfected the wrecking art Punch your chest so hard, your posture will look like a question mark My bullets'll eject and make you step back as if you rejected And send your clique a message like we textin' Cause I don't think you really know what you up against Like a one night stand, you don't know who you're f**in' with Now your heart's like a Rolex hands, it ain't ticking I keep iron on me like I'm on some weight bench sh** And I lift it everyday like I'm after great fitness I'm on some other sh**, some oven sh** I raise biscuits [Outro] Firing Squad!