Firing Squad - Horseshoe Gang

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 bitch mind, left cause she ain’t blew my mind right

The COB Don Dada, it’s not one hotter

I get mo', nigga’s torch it 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 bitches 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 bitch, you fucking with a murderer

I’m dicking 2 sluts, cause I’m giving 2 fucks

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

Hey yo, my 16s baffle

My shit 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 kill, 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, homocide designer, a spitter with cyanide saliva

Nigga I’m a rhyme insider

I’m a rhyme messiah, give me a mic and nigga I go in

I wouldn’t lighten up if I had a vitiligo

If I had a heart, it would have to be defrosted

If I had a mind, I would give you weak niggas 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 fucking beast

I’ll backhand your granny then uppercut your niece

Bust a seed and then go fuck your slut 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

I’m stuck in my ways, I’m hard headed

Like I’m finna fuck, freaking a slut is the only time I give a fuck

Gripping a snub, squeezing the bust, the only buck I give a slut

Sieg is AIDS infested semen, I’m the sickest nut

I’m erection hard, I’m like the stinging pain, you guessed it smart???

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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 fuckin' 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 shit

And I lift it everyday like I’m after great fitness

I’m on some other shit, some other shit I raise biscuits

Firing Squad!