Gift Rap lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Eating Korean barbecue, downtown L.A

Something's in my heart like Michel'le

Niggas askin' questions, make me just wanna walk out like Kelly

R. [?] the gods tainted like Slum Village & Dwele

Well they asked me did Eminem drop Slaughterhouse

Did y'all break up since Joe Budden released Slaughtermouse?

Seen you on Peter Rosenberg and Ebro

Your energy was zero, see bro

Is there something y'all wanna about?

And if there is don't play the nice dude

Just pull an Ice Cube if it's the right move

They ain't putting your album out?

Damn these niggas got an attitude

Thought we'd be yo niggas for life, where's the gratitude

All these questions they pointing them in my direction

Like the business end of a Smith and Wesson but I ain't stressing

Just came home, I was in Detroit visiting Marshall's session

To be in the presence of one of the GOATs is still a blessing

Fuck yeah

Is it really the end of Slaughter?

Did them niggas intend to pen the hardest shit in the mainstream

And then sacrifice they self to a major label

So underground lyricist wouldn't have to? Is them niggas just some martyrs?

We taking no losses

You're comments are nailing us to four crosses

But you didn't even see the four fins in the water, sharks nigga

I know you want to see the beef but it's over when you see the teeth

Individually and collectively we feed the streets

Taking it beat for beat, we gon' cook up when you need to eat, come on

We pledge allegiance to that slaughter flag

And that $20 bill Em gave us to autograph

After we signed the Shady contract and became part of his artist staff

Why would we stiff you and leave y'all the tab

After we all called a cab? Nah, we here to give you what you ought to have

Uplift you with real shit so everbody ain't gotta dab

Damn, this make me wanna see my niggas soon

Fly to Detroit just to freestyle in Nickel's living room

Fly to New Jersey, I knew Joey would bring the strippers through

Then hit up Brooklyn, me and Joell gon' sell a zip or two

We the illest crew

Oh man, Slaughterhouse nigga

The gift rap, Merry Christmas

Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa

Happy Holidays, all that shit

Yeah Housegang man, we ain't going nowhere

We the illest crew

Oh yeah, that album coming out bitch