Horseshoe Gang - Spit That sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] I drink adrenaline, k**ing 'em with my ink pen it's leaking synonyms Inking what I'm thinking, I'm blinking menacing Energy get to swimming and my dreams sending this k**er in a trance Then the demons enter him lyrically n***a you better believe I'm iller And I k** a n***a with ease, I'm creeping like a thief in the evening Reminiscent of Jesus, rip a n***a to pieces, eating any MC for dinner and Give 'em the middle finger, my English sending 'em to the brink of extinction I swing ya then I begin to ling ya, that mean I sink your dental in Fiendish, lyrical genius, squeamish women and gentlemen need to flee the scene I'm skeeting demon semen that means the villain is cumming evil Damn I need some Ritalin Before you f** with a n***a, you and your dumb f**s should remember You rather get struck by a truck doing a buck when it hits ya Picture a mixture of Attila the Hun and Hitler Still on the run but it's the young villain that's coming to get ya I'm 2pac and Mike, cause I'm a thug and I'm realer If ya mix it up, I'm a Thriller plus I'm a k**er [Hook: Demetrius Capone] Spit that sh**, spit that sh**, spit that sh** We don't give a f** n***a Spit that sh**, spit that sh**, spit that sh** Eat a n***a up n***a Spit that sh**, spit that sh**, spit that sh** Leave a n***a stuck n***a Spit that sh**, spit that sh**, spit that sh** We don't give a f** n***a [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] n***a I'm a lyrical giant Consider me an Internet virus, put it in the art of pitiful rhyming Number one like KRS, n***a you a digit behind us, speaking of which I'm criminal minded I'm headed to the top, any ladder I be willing to climb it Switching the climate, temperature rising That means it gets hot, I'm a shine 'til your vision is blinded you can't begin to visualize it Sinister tyrant and I've got to destroy, move with a master fleet And no, I ain't trying to keep up with the Jones', I move at a faster speed In fact, I'm like the ? be ? Yeah, you cats can be coy, as for me boy I'm soldier born Get up in the Trojan War, could've stopped the Trojan Horse long before it got to reach Troy The drama could pop if I say so I'm only interested in filling my pockets with the pay load Make those Pesos, anyone of you trying to stop me trying to get my bank roll You get popped I'm a chop you tomato Turn your face into pasta, your noggin to Prego Put holes in you guys like a bagel, but it's bye bye n***a; hasta luego [Hook] [Verse 3: Julius Luciano] Yeah, I'm a cold son of a gun That's why I call my gun pops, my gun pop one in your lung No crew under the sun can flow or spit better Your whole clique better run and be done [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] I'm a cold son of a b**h Gun on the hip, I'm ripping until it's done and the clip I'm sunning your spit, I'm spitting out my son and my young is the minute your tonguing your chick Which one of you pricks wanna test Capone I'm best left alone when I possess the chrome In a second your chest get blown to bits quicker than lickity spit never leave your vest at home I rip y'all n***as into sections, quick draw with the Smith and Wesson n***as is quick to sh** talk and disrespect it Pick that like an interception, I've been a threat sh** [Verse 5: Julius Luciano] I'm ill, I masticate tracks man Can't match cause you don't have the same pa**ion You ain't still be real with yourself Quit feeling yourself in a masturbate fashion You rather take baths in Lake Placid You don't wanna cross my path it's straight savage ??????????? face facts, you're trash ???? straight ???