Horseshoe Gang - Crazy n***as lyrics

[Royce da 5'9 Speaking] It's Nickel I'm a thoroughbred D n***a or whatever right? I f** with these C.O.B n***as I stamped them just like they stamped me And if I say it's a stamp, it's a stamp Cause I f** with n***as that'll cut your f**in' kids up And put 'em somewhere [Hook: Demetrius Capone] Murder, murder murder I'm the craziest n***a you ever heard of Know what? Hold up I'm a loony bin escapee Rappers don't like me Soon they gonna hate me [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] I s**ually a**ault tracks man, the news reports state The rape rate raised at an unusual rate I'm sick, I'ma skeet in tube of Colgate Make my b**he use it, tell her excuse the foreign taste I wanna get felatt'd by every who*e this track Waitin' for Jordin Sparks to lose some more weight My head's twisted I can't screw it on straight I stick the knife in your head give you the unicorn face Then I'm hackin' your f*ggot family tree Put an axe to every branch and leave My javelin's stabbin' your aunt and niece Breakin' your ??? , wearin' a ski mask and a ski I jab a spleen with a Japanese katana And as you scream, you bleed on the television I'mma sell this sh** as a plasma screen Maniac indeed, I went to the Garden of Eden And talked Eve into shakin' her tambourines She asked me was my dick bigger than Adam's, please Pulled out my snake and two apples, something she hasn't seen But f** a b**h, all I need is a bathroom sink A stack of KING magazines and some Vaseline [Hook: Demetrius] Murder, murder murder I'm the craziest n***a you ever heard of Know what? Hold up My sh** talk is automatic And y'all f*ggots can't sh** talk Cause you toss salad [Verse 2: Kenny Siegel] I take the track and rape it As long as the beat hard as ejaculation I love bustin' like I'm addicted to masturbation I'm sick of b**hes callin' me manic I plan to date psychiatric patients Who get my a**a**inatin' fascination And my decapitatin' ba*tards cravin' I'll bang your daughter, have her callin' me daddy Like I'm your damn replacement My head is achin' and it's racin' I hear a voice, and I can't escape it They say I'm as manic as a fan of Satan I'll sip on liquor til my liver shrivels, til my steerin' swivels Til my walkin' ability becomes near a cripple's Til I walk and topple over from the beer and ripple Then point my pistol at whoever from I hear a giggle I just might start spazzin' for no reason, clappin' straps Sending ba*tards back to their home screamin' Y'all think I give a f** who I scratch? You hoes chiefin' I'm nasty as guzzling a gla** of your own semen I'm on some f** all humans, listen I'm monstrous So I shoot blimey, like I'm missing a conscience Like, f** a direction my strap isn't a compa** If I hit innocent bystanders, mission accomplished [Hook: Demetrius] Murder, murder murder I'm the craziest n***a you ever heard of Know what? Hold up See I'm tryna get dissed If you a famous rapper Then your mama is a b**h [Verse 3: Demetrius] Aye, who let the psycho possess a mic? When I possess a f'n mic, yo I'm Reverend right? I'd rather resurrect Michael instead of Christ When I see the cops, like a Bible I tell 'em lies Aye, I'm a bit out of the norm Watchin' the scramble channel with animal p**n I chew through my mother's stomach That's how a cannibal's born We are backwards like Korn, wow What if for fun, the gun clicker Rewind time and find your mom as a young stripper Let her unzip the zipper, get her liquored up Dick her, cum in her, that's how I son n***as After she have you I trash you Reminiscing a young Brenda, just for fun There's none sicker I'll make a nun lick another nun's clito-ris Slit your wrist prick, before you f** with her k**er, my game is quite sick I got enough game to change a athiest racist white dyke That just hates a light dick, like I'm an*lly rapin' her, I just came on some tight sh** [Hook: Demetrius] Murder, murder murder I'm the craziest n***a you ever heard of Know what? Hold up I'm a loony bin escapee Rappers don't like me Soon they gonna hate me Murder, murder murder I'm the craziest n***a you ever heard of Know what? Hold up See I'm tryna get dissed If you a famous rapper Then your mama is a b**h [Royce speaking again] Well if you're a famous rapper... your mama is a b**h Haha, if you a famous rapper your mama is a b**h I told Crook, I said "Crook man... You got a motherf**in' firing squad over here" So it's official, I'm officially on my Slaughterhouse Horseshoe G.A.N.G, motherf**in' COB, Treacherous records tip MIC Records is in the motherf**in' building Nickel n***a! Saucy I see you... yeah haha [Outro: Dice Dinero] Yo, it's the Horseshoe weekly See you next week so C.O.B easy