Jim Johnston - Big Red Machine lyrics

Chorus: Eastsidaz Tombstone piles-drop, my designed a**ault I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought Psychotic off of chronic mixed with rage and lust Stompin all opposition til they brains is mush No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine [Verse One] Talk is talk, you don't know me, you don't see me I move in silence, instinct straight violence Quiet as kept, snappin necks for respect Kane slew Abel, that I never regret I'm a threat to the world, doom danger and d**h Three counts to submission meet the savior hisself Only thing left standin is the almighty Kane Come in here, bring the fifth, and it course through your vein Chorus [Verse Two] C-Walkin with the Devil with the mask at my face The way I DDT these fools, I'm bound to catch a case Seven foot three with a tombstone that sit about ten feet Undertake'm to another street Peep game though, we might do this for the theme Cause everybody wanna see him do his thing Quick to dust they a** off with them one-two-three's I mean them three-two-one's, the show ain't even begun Chorus [Verse Three] My mentality is actually destroy and smash Anything in my path plus the Titans Clash Bring a body, anybody, it don't matter the size I arrive in disguise and my mission surprise We just some loc'd out worldwide figures I heard you want a match wnen I was with my nephaleas Fool you can't see us, we the Eastsidaz And we all up in that a** like Adidas cause we riders Chorus [Whispered] I'm comin, I'm comin I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin I'm comin I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin I'm comin.. I'm comin, you better start runnin Fool, cause I'm comin, I'm comin I'm comin.. you better start runnin Chorus [Whispering again to end]