Shabazz The Disciple - Cremate 'Em lyrics

(Intro) Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! (Verse One) Y'all know it's hell when I come through I cast spells with the Bellevue 1-2 And we can settle it with shells if you want to Bump you, squeeze first I'ma haunt you Or better yet I'll let the gun bu*t lump you Dog tail up ya a** when I confront you, f*ggot I'ma hunt you Na'an n***a could collab' with me Cause when I spit my sixteen, they get mad at me Have them write their verses over tryna battle me And n***a that'll be a fatal tragedy sh**, you better off shooting or stabbing me than stepping in this f**ing rap ring and jab with me Get ya weight up motherf**er, wear the belt and the crown Frozen n***az like a dirty gat, I'm melting them down Self in the ground, you f**ing with a higher force n***az be sacrificed, you'll die on a cross Angel on the pale horse Leave you with multiple wounds when they find you Ya man's comin right behind you (Chorus) Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes! (Verse Two) Y'all know the flow chops ridiculous Taw like the blow n***az cop on St. Nicholas You think I'm p**y motherf**er stick ya dick in this Like Biggie said sh** infected with syphilis Gonorrhea, HIV, flow sick with this Put a condom on ya mic tryna spit with this Tryna get with this, I'ma hit with this Make you slit ya wrist, y'all man a cli*oris Like chlamydia, hard to swallow, I burn throat Getting rid of ya with hollows, you mob turncoats Word to the safe in the ceiling My flow's like a burning punany, hit the clinic get the penicillin You see the logo n***a "STD" f** what you heard son, the best be me From Red Hook, y'all n***az know how long we waited Y'all motherf**ers, bout to get cremated (Chorus) (Verse Three) Put ya j**els up, put ya house up Put ya tools up, n***a put ya spouse up We can go at it motherf**er album budget for budget And let your a&r judge it sh**, I'll have ya label push ya project back Cause I get hyper than a f**ing hypochondriac Ain't no responding back My magnum mic'll push ya conscience back Give ya a** a holy spirit make you haunt the track I, I blaze blaze gun gun sprays sprays Leave ya whole record company in a daze daze Tell ya ceo stop calling my house Or the next f**ing song son, I'm calling y'all out Better prepare for the long awaited, finally made it Y'all n***az bout to get cremated!!!