Kurupt

Kurupt - Heavy Metal lyrics

rate me

Feat. Dr. Zodiak, Bangroc

(Verse)

I've raided my set, no doubt, collect

Raise a blazer cross yo neck,

Simple minded fuckers get dumped where yo cunt's at

I bomp let, have yo mind slump let

No more Teddy Assbeen, faggot ass dumb shit

Skinny Jesus with brown hatters

Sadquionquilism, when was blouse a bad habit?

Dump in the dumpster with rad maggots

Lenny Kravitz, pussies with drag tits

Rasin, Babylon's the name of the casket

Hollywood rappers take it up the ass to blow faster

80% of your favorite rappers are fucking actors

We're razin, gang-bang with the racid

Ain't bangin' a bastard, slamp pay with the plastic

Savage manage, animal, Hannibal, fully cannibal

Overdose on Aderol, I had a bowl

Drawn to the blood rip, I'm the camera roll

Mad dogg, rip yo toes on half

Put yo head in the casket, let it fall

Nobody saw, and if they did, nobody saw

Pick up your battery pack, axe to the back

Final call, torn and deform

Time for a serious nap, felony fighter

Midnight knighter, don't regret a fire with deadly desire

Plunch a plies, put yo brains up like pliers

(Hook)

This is going to be some sick fuck

Don't even try to judge us

Cause we just came to get our just

Us, just us

(Verse: Dr. Zodiak)

A socket is drawn back by a dramatical thumb patter

Death-lock, global bang tight on a brother

With dramatical shield that fly off the head

Hold dramaticalism, pretending to sound like a vocabulary retaliation

We spots, some type of shots, start resentin' and act lax

Send the fragments at first like fine lines deform, don't throt

Lyrically, you sound up like Hair Roth

You basic instinct like 'say what?!?'

I'm NK sayn sucks

Taking flight in a black microwave oven

Niggas all shaken up, I heard they go to San Andreas

I'm just sayn, don't make me make y'all make us

(Verse: Bangroc)

Like, all kinds, man I'm all binds, beserko, hurt you ?

Loco, coke you, you need a rare suit for the salting

Morbid, live like Gotti, a young sultan

Shooter, executer, a born looter

I'm a criminal-teaching nigga, a hood tutor

And your bitch, she was my favorite student

Barracuda, monstrosity, born shooter

(While you thinkin', we takin' care of everythin')

Bang, rock mills, your body shocks, exposures

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