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Hell to Pay feat. Crooked Eye
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I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine
'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside
Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet
Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind
So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal
My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home
'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down
I'll wait, crooked!
We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now
When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out
Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down
'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House
Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole
Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful
'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals
When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage
Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in
And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion
Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'
Conservative values have died, they're inanimate
And liberals are panicking
Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada
Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough
I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing
Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition
I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy
I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend
And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second
The world ain't ready for the return of the mic
Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em
Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic
Before they turn into someone you never heard of
Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven
But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again
When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible
Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible
My decibels and trebles are impeccable
When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum
I first had when I was entering my zone
Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O
You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable
But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit
And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!
Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?
Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)
Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment
End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance
You want America to ban every weapon invented
Just put a gun in a real nigga hands
'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans
Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)
Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya
Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya
Even if you're ill with your hands
You still getting killed, it don't matter
When the shooter go bananas in Nevada
Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain
He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead
Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead
But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered
Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata
That'll make you change everything in your mind frame
When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim
Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range
Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways
Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame
How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?
Who parents got their lives claimed
By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for
At the Burger King after the murder scene
They don't give a fuck if we all die
Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by
Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied
Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero
But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid
Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus
All I ever needed was a chorus
The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook
These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book
Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being
This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism
Take a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible
Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism
They was into atheism, paganism, Satanism
Wait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'
They be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms
80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken
Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism
Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism
Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures
You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper
I hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers
Quicker than your blaze a swisha
Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?
Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay
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