Crooked I - Horse Shoe Gang Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Siegal] Ma**ive games in my mind, my brains on some arcade sh** Flow's sweet and cold like its on some parfait sh** I'ma monster with a sharp blade in hand, I'ma start chasing Leatherface, and stalk Jason have his heart racing Got the flow of the future, yall bars ancient A rap animal turn cannibal from starvation I'm hot enough to walk the streets and leave charred pavement Bars hot enough to torch pages and scorch Satin My tech'll spark flames, then my lark in the park take in?? Taking you apart, your brains and face part ways When them things start blazing, I sit in the dark aimin' Picking off cats like the petals on carnations We stay hugging ratchets, a rap scallion And his battalion, running rampant when the sun is absent Who summon this gumming who want it your corpse to get hung in My dungeon, that's my punching bag, if you wanna clap that ___? [Verse 2: Dice Dinero] I rap with the Horse Shoe Get-ANG Enough said we bust laid, one shot from the pumper will replace your leg With an artificial limb, you f**in with the crème de la crème Sporting the all blue dodger brim fitted Go against the COB, and you can get it -- get it?! f** a beast, we some monsters n***a so get with it I ghost you n***as, you'll never find your lost souls f**ing with COB, put me up in boss mode I'm on fire, so stop drop and roll I co*k the Glock, pop some shots, and put some holes In your sternum, yeah-yeah, I'm equipped with the burner With a flow as cold as a young Ike Turner I'ma motherf**ing problem, not even a mathematician can solve Even if they use algorithms still not at all Yeah so make way for this young goon Tearing sh** up like a typhoon from Long Beach to Cancun [Verse 3: Julius Luciano] My poisonous poetry's potent I'm painting this Picture perfectly, approaching, I'm poking your pancreas I'm sharp as the point on my pencil When you rap, I'm disappointed and pissed too, pointing my pistol Learn to respect me, I murk with music Melodic ma**acre, makes a murderous medley Serving with deadly flows, I'm cold Serving me is hard like the search for the dead sea, scrolls Foes, try and mimic me, this a k**ing spree Red rum rhyming rhythmically I what you would call a thug in a hustle of guns'll put Slugs in your jugular, clutching a Russian Revolver, call me Jason like Jadakiss and Game Difference is, I'm the Jason with the chain- Saw, I'm raw all yall lames should kiss the game Goodbye, when the game is spittin flame [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] When I came in the room I spit flame, I'm the angel of doom b**h-made, when I tangle with whom You rather get raped with a broomstick I lift your brains to the moon You'd wish your mother rusty hanger-ed the womb f** yall n***as, the splinter cell, will get ya the ninja stealth way Can't get rid of this n***a when he grippin the twelve gauge Try k**ing yourself, I'm still on your trail Cause I bought a ticket to hell, being sicker than twelve-play I'm sicker than pissing on jailbait, so I'm k**ing any n***a spirit Before he swimming in hell's lake Try repenting before you're sentenced to hell I'ma hit ya with shells right before he get to pearl gates I catch n***as at the motherf**ing crossroad Holy ghost you, blowing a hole in you lost souls They all ghosts, can't hide n***a I'm still in your afterlife, I graverob n***as