Crishaun Singh - Abbottabad lyrics

Oh my God my people, I see you my people, I'm home... Hook: k**er flow, call it homicide/ Got a fam full of villians, keep them by my side/ Yeah I'm on the job/ Crishaun Singh reporting live from Abbottabad/ Uh reporting live from Abbottabad Yeah reporting live from Abbottabad Uh reporting live from Abbottabad It's Crishaun Singh reporting live from Abbottabad Verse 1: It's the return of the terrorist, Misfit Nation just a gang of degenerates/ I am never scared and my additude is never quit, wordbank arsenal I'm well equipt/ Look, just tell 'em this, these other n***as irrelevent/ Just k** yourself, and please don't k** the messanger/ They ask me why I rap, I like the benefits/ And I don't give a f**, my additude is selebet/ To hell with it, sitting on a pedistool/ Lighter Leash intact while I'm smoking on this medical/ f** it, I'ma leave it to my family/ My fam is west Indie, My weed is Afgannie/ Lion hearted n***a got it tatted on my sleeve/ This is our year, you just gathered on the eve/ American Dream you just gotta believe/ Pyro maniac ain't no body hotter than me/ Hook Verse 2: There's blood in the oil, blood on my hands matching the blood in the soil/ Spring up with a coil, chill after and roll up the bud in the foil/ Motherf** me right? do my Hammer Dance, you can't touch me right?/ Or me left, smoking on a peace pipe, like them with their faces covered up and their jeans tight/ What you doing to my peirs, and now you're looking at me like what you doing to my ears/ Looking at the cities I ruined and I do it just for cheers/ Tried to smoke me out my cave but I been doing it for years/ Bic click n***a, put it in her mouth and watch my dick get bigger/ I'm a hungry man this ain't no picnic n***a/ Please no pictures, I'm a sick sick n***a/ Hook Verse 3: Usama Bin Laden of the rap game, I keep the dice rolling like a crap game/ I see blurry so I keep my vision black frames, and I call your b**h just to polish up my mack game/ They be like you back man, I'm like I never left/ I'm just doing sh**, that you would have never guessed/ Never the less, I'm never the less, I'll remember the worst, if I'm ever the best/ And I'm never the worst, burning pain and torture/ Ya'll a bunch or squares so I guess I'm cutting corners/ Barely fitting in the booth, my head is so enormous/ And I keep a bunch of b**hes around, like the mormans/ Don't know if I'll love you in the morning, and I'm yawning/ Meaning you boring, the boss, foreman/ And I'm headed to the top, on the back of a camel all praise to Allah, my God/ Hook