Gladiator Shit - Gangrene, Kool G Rap

Yea, yea, yea, yea

What?

What?

Show you how to kill people bitch

Gangrene, grene, grene

I’m a real gladiator

I grab a hater

Like Al-Qaida

Pray to your savior

Then meet the maker

I rain razor stain

Paint them with brains

Hanging like Wes Craven made it

West favorite playground, I’m fowl

The fowl mouth faded

Cali wow staler spawn

Rip you apart yo

Like 300 Spartans

And two arsons

I move carcasses

Y’all don’t want to start these architects

Michelangelo, archangel

To mark up your set

Get set

Go

From every angle I strangle your neck

Disconnect your lungs from your chest

That’s taking your breath

Picking up some rats where you rest

Then piss on your steps

Disrespectful

But you bitch

This shit’s sick

I’m the first Gangrene from the ditch

There’s gutter water

And there’s nothing quite like this

We push them harder

And I don’t care if it’s for honor

Or get the father on a summer martyr

Partner I slaughter harder than lava

You don’t want a war with us

We growing us

There’s more of us

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

Man, I’m a poor bringer

Bear winger, mud slinger

Rapping muscle spasm

The gun finger

I’m going rings around

Under the wingers and bump singers

Hit them with dump stingers

Cave men, club swingers and blood drinkers

You know

Double G style display

Got your fake, give a fake

Gasoline bath

Art’s an X sprayed on your parade

Scooby Doo y’all

Scooby Doo y’all

Rappers will prove prowl

I’m Cool Aid man

Coming through your fucking wall

I use a bone saw

To cut your ears and your nose off

Arms, legs, fingers and toes off

They drink Promithisine

And smokers cliff over the body

And doze off

Scene of the crime

Yellow tape roped off

Bird do this

My scalpel gets played

Chips on the chop and block

While I’m canoeing through every sewage

Gladiator style

Where my candles animals

A helmet and sandals

Poke holes through you panels

And draw arrows

You don’t want a war with us

We growing us

There’s more of us

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

You know the boy spent a kilo of cocaine

He insane

Forced to listen her

To get the picture and ten frames

I flush the Mont Blanc

Post the coco like Noah

Toast blowers

Cause that’s like …

Soldier, the red October

The red hot toasters

Rocking mittens up in the kitchen

They bread pie holders

Solders

Throwing boulders

Blow your head off your …

Hardcore as the polish

I know Cali side sign

Throwers and hit rollers

That row like the rollers

Mommy just won’t admit

Your panties slimy like Oprah

Bap and over-gripping

The arm and the soap a

Deal closer

Muscle and weight

Hustle a trade

King of the Thief City

Kurt Russell escaped

Talking to eight

Stuck in the wait

Like the face of the presidents

In my residence

That stuffed in my safe

Celebrate with a bucket of grapes

You fucking with crazy

It’s simple times for both of us

The discussion is fate

You don’t want a war with us

We growing us

There’s more of us

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit

I heard a kerosene explosion

Boom

Frigging life

Mother said

What the hell is that

I seen your …

Hawaiian through my frigging damn wall

And I salute them

The house is on fire

Frigging I knew it

Frigging I heard it

Frigging asking