Suicide Kings - Shotcallaz lyrics
rate meft. 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