Zeds Dead - Crank lyrics

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<b>Crank</b> by <i>Zeds Dead</i><br />I Feel like King Kong, Snortin Cocaine

You can't fuck with me this is foreplay

This is everything I told em I would portray

They callin me a killa I guess murder is my forte.

Never short change gotta get my money up

Stacks in the duffel till I can't get the zipper shut

If they tryin go to war I should wish em luck

Cause all I fear is god so I could give a fuck

And you of all fall victim to my plan

If you lookin for answers get in the line fan

Oh it gets hot in the kitchen hot as a cayenne

But I can handle the heat hotter than higher and

I am the man handin out toll tags

Cause your life in my hands a throw bag

I been in it since the minute didn't you know that?

Plus I been waitin to go why should I hold back

And no chance so the haters better bite down

Get yourself in the zone for tonights sound

If you wanna get the song cut the lights out

We could do this right now, we should do this right now

To all my people that belong in a padded room

Would a caution to the wind type your attitude?

All my dumb heads all they see is blood there

They ask about the old me I tell em that he's fuckin dead