Drum Murder Pt. 2 lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Horseshoe Gang)

[Kxng Crooked:]

Sex, Money & Hip Hop

Drum Murder Part 2

C.O.B vs. Everybody

Demetrius

[Demetrius:]

Ayo, The Yakuza and Mafia done posse'd up

And nigga the 5 of us are the cryptographers for the hip hop apocrypha

Diabolical autobiographers

All of us coughin' up coin cause we throwin' the cob up, you copy us?

[Dice:]

Put you in a sarcophagus when I chop your esophagus

I'm an ominous optimist, I guess I'm Megatron in this bitch

We can play chicken while you in a tank, I had ya lifting weights at lunch time

Pumping on your brakes

[Kenny:]

Find me in your place with your maid, humping on her face

Let her get a taste, while I lay puffing on a J

High as a hello, I keep an elbow right by my motherfucking side like my elbow

[Julius:]

Hi nigga, hello

Rappers come meet Dracula

Daggerous teeth stabbin' ya

Drink half of ya plasma

My victim sink into deep sleep thinkin' that he's havin a

Dream wheezin' while breathin' like people with sleep apnea

[Crooked:]

Lucci the streets back me up

Literally the realest niggas behind us, while labels are giving niggas vaginas

A sex change, in exchange for a record deal, then dickin' with em smile

That try to kill niggas with kindness

[Julius:]

I got a mental condition, my mental's condition to slip into

Mental conniption whenever spittin' this mention

My spit was whipped in the kitchen, it's dope

Get you addicted, your ambition don't exist

Like bitches who strip for tuition

[Dice:]

Yo, I'm a glitch in the system, my lyricism the kiss of death

I got a crystal clear method of rhymin', call it crystal meth

We can make a mixtape in six days and on the seventh day

You'll be resting in pieces when we dig graves

[Demetrius:]

Liquid metal, metamorphosis

My fist'll shift shapes unto a sword or switch blade

Until some sort of switch blade

You was born bitch made, immaculate conception

This editors Edgar Allen with aggression, I grew up Po'

[Dice:]

I'll kill yo soul before yo ass can get to heaven

Catch you at the cross roads is how we crash ya intersection

Speakin' of traffic accidents, I'm finna be traffickin' and wreckin'

You get naked with faggots, you toss salads without dressin'

[Crooked:]

You ain't valid without our blessin'

It's the Vatican, you COB traitors and haters done made a Darth Vader out of an Anakin

They panickin, they stiff as a mannequin

Just make a move and become a man again but I still peel yo head quicker than Anderson

[Kenny:]

I sit and concoct, the wickedest plots

Sinister thoughts, grinnin a lot

Grippin my Glock, lickin my chops

Play garbageman and trash talk, get scratched off

This black hawk will make you back off or blow ya back off

[Julius:]

I blast off, nigga don't pass the hookah

Pass me the Ruger, it's a wrap like pashmina

You the past, meet the future

I'm past mean, I'm Kruger

Toss ya off the roof, I'll Pac's last scene in Juice ya

[Demetrius:]

Yo ass see Medusa cause nigga I petrify ya

It was meant for me to genocide you nigga, it's in the Bible

It was meant for me to roll up and blaze ya, that's why Bible pages feel like Zig Zag papers, nigga I'm slayin ya

[Kenny:]

Not even ya savior can save ya

This gauge'll place ya in the past like a pager or Sega

I ride ya chick like a freeway before I peel off

I'll treat her face like a exit, this where I get off

[Crooked:]

We can have a spit off

I smack the colostomy bag off a handicap rapper if he don't knock the shit off

Cause y'all so irrelevant

187 I'm sending you to heaven for the hell of it

Everything a square represents

Me and my circle, we rebel against

With reckless negligence

Me and the Horseshoe G.A.N.G, we got more chemistry than the Periodic Table of Elements

We flow showing intelligence and eloquence

Still set you up for that cheddar since

You forever snitch

Kill you in your sleep, all I need is a clever bitch

Now your bed is drenched when that Beretta's clenched

Smell the stench of a dead rat, for dropping dimes for a mere penny, that eleven cents

Get you hung over the bull, I call it Meryl Lynch

White paint over the face, for dead presidents

Ever since we came, we been the best you can't ignore it

But that elephant in the room is prehistoric