Crypt The Warchild - 44 Magnum lyrics

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] I'm infatuated with the fast line life My forehead lacerated like they just framed christ Or b**h captivated when I'm activated Nine planets under my palm, y'all n***as have to hate it I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest Deadweight n***as get your f**ing souls a**a**inated The most manic depressive snatching your necklace Pa**ive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record Your team is gay, how manage to rep it? I'm the slum chemistry f*ggots get disconnected Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate Hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit [Verse 2: Des Devious] Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould Yeah, see n***as slug it out for absolutely nothing Like rumours on who they baby momma's s**ing and f**ing (me) Debating on who running the block them n***as be hugging ? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing (me) That's why this n***a bringing up my name in lame discussion Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track Cut no slack, just react so bring it back n***a [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out With my bare hands, there's blood on my grand poncho I don't give a flying f** though, we all nutso Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco If I was you I'd pray, bucko You could be the first motherf**er that I cut and the vein cut slow Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian And Vinnie P blast with heat like I'm Vesuvian If y'all wanna overstand d**h then y'all should screw with him Hooligans who beef when it ain't got nothing to do with them [Verse 4: Demoz] Where I'm from n***as wouldn't dare to take the same route I ain't gotta say no names to get my name out It's f**ed up what the game about but Voices ain't been the same since T-Pain came out If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot But nowadays n***as is p**y, they do the shooting when they get shot Get your b**h shot, chin shot Spit a shell, not a rap to make your motherf**ing hip pop I don't get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt It's either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell Miserable as hell cause a n***a wouldn't tell School of hard knocks, n***a wouldn't fail Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell