Suicide Kings - Shotcallaz lyrics

rate me

ft. Demigodz

Yeah, we got some top shottas, some front line gunners in the house tonight

Celph Titled: The Manager of Manslaughter

My brother Apathy, my peoples Joey Knuckles and King Cole

You's didn't know? The Suicide Kingz, bitch, anybody's a target

Kill yourself, fucker

Since the day my father busted in my mother I've hated competition

I cut the tails off the other sperm that were swimming

Nah, sinning is my synonym, strippers that smell like cinnamon

Cinematography, graphic sodomy of these women

I'm spinning out of control, fuck a positive image

I'm slicker than oil spillage in an Alaskan village

I murder and pillage, I pilfer, impressive to villains

I'm chilling in trafficking pills and packages to children

My style is guerilla, the shade of vanilla, the nature of killers

Escaped from the cage in a cape to conceal us

I disappear in the air leaving this mystical smoke

I'm a sorcerer wrapped in a magic, invisible cloak

Fuck your pitiful quotes, I'll stick a drill in your throat

Like it's quill in an ink well, for these verses I wrote

I write curses in cursive, I'm the worst of the worstest

Crush your planet in my palm and leave you peons earthless

Yeah, stick a motherfucking spike through your skull

Leave you looking like a unicorn skeleton

Yeah, that's what's good

I'm Slick Rick with a pimp limp and an ice pick

Suicide Kings crush your head in a vice grip

We might flip, beat you black and blue with a nightstick

Quicker than a dynamite stick with a short wick

You're not Mike Vick with pit bulls and full clips

Gayer than a rainbow faggot sucking his own dick

I let the truth slip ‘cause I don't give two shits

Jackin' any grip when we tryna see blue chips

To battle is useless, attack is ruthless

Your bitch got more semen in her than cruise ships

I'm Beast Man, holding down the castle of Grayskull

We blow with your team like American baseball

This cannibal rap, with a scalpel that'll take your face off

Disconnect your bones with high-powered chainsaws

We getting swervy in a two-toned Mercury

When I'm smoking cocaine with the ghost of Brittany Murphy

Y’all some suckers, man

Yo, let 'em know, Celph

A word to the wise, don't you ever get me mad

‘Cause I'm launching scud missiles directly from my chimney shaft

Other than that, I ain't holding back

I'm blowing stacks, collecting gats with sniper scopes and shoulder straps

That'll rip through your Ryan Seacrest sequin vest

And I'm just getting my feet wet

I'm a fan of damaging

And making you the next XXL milk carton candidate

You's a roller derby bitch ass

Serve a motherfucking dish in kick ass

And watch you skate fast through plate glass

You don't reach the regions that my army spins

We top of the line, y'all computing with a copied ram

Y'all wanna live life as queens? Well, I'm with the Suicide Kings

Hardcore ride or die team

I ain't cleaning my kitchen if I'm lifting a burner

My options, my dick or my gun, into a bitch's lips insert it

Demigodz, Apathy

Celph Titled

Suicide Kings