Crooked I - Backfire (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] [Verse 1: Crooked I] COB's my religion and I put it on the Bible G.O.D is my Shepard and I got my own disciples Challenge us in these Last Days, and I flip you As quick as a diesel hitting a motorcycle with my loaded rifle No more vitals, I ain't talking to Ellen or Perez Hilton when I'm tellin' gay rappers that I'm h*mo-cidal Leave 'em dead on arrival The most resilient and brilliant rapper, I own the title, plus I'm a local idol Leeches make songs about me, then they backfire Try to s** the blood out my buzz—-f**ing vampires Screwing wit ya career is just like f**ing vampires It's already dead, it's that whack sh** you ran by us Maybe I am biased, I think I'm the best Maybe my compa** is broken and I just think I'm the West Maybe for every verse I spit I'll put that ink in my flesh And be a testament for everything that I think when I rest (Yes) May I fade ‘em, my songs be superb Hit the ghetto and suburbs, and cross over like A.I. made ‘em I'm so ahead of my time that I gotta turn my clock back when I rock so everyday is Daylight Savings I cast a humongous shadow, rappers are livin' in it I k** you in 60 seconds, Why? Cuz it's been a minute Since I slayed a major or independent lyricist You wanted it: here it is. You get offended: splendid When did Crooked give a f**? Homie, I'm outspoken But I don't sh** on everybody dawg: I'm house broken That mean you gotta be worth it, I beg you n***as' pardon You only rhyming' words, we did that sh** in kindergarten I'm breathing fire, my lungs look like I lit a carton of Camels, took consecutive breaths, and started spittin' carbon You couldn't be more vagina if you was in a womb It's space in the booth, but my sk**s need a bigger room And I know cops want the scoop on a k**er goon Couldn't get the scoop if they brought Reese with her spoon Either I'm the best or a damn liar Haters plan to stop me, but they plans backfire! [echo] [Outro: Crooked I]