KazeLoon - Sneak Attack lyrics

SNEAK ATTACK BY KAMIKAZE LOON Verse1. Sneak attack with feins in packs ween dings and rats that sing when they get cracked they Lizzie Borden wack like hooks hooked on crack like me single cell on my rack no pun done with the frozen ones who fear life weird in the mind with bull dike queer eyes I Lear flight over any terrain that God can paint candy coat the frame with crushed prizms I'm a Giant seem like nothing but midgets with me God gifted theories of Heaven sent grandeor Heavens gate is the GrandLAnd door I invisibly painted with comatose poets and painters that played the God and painted life in a picture and song a poem that never ends too long Verse2. The creepy creep like snake tracks invisible paths that lead to the bad lands snap like rat traps no need I'm Leaned out never worried about nothing ain't that something dressed up bummy but they the F.B.I and you the dunce gee millapedes breed with centipedes then the babies creep through the cracks of society slither camaflauged by winter like a bear on hibernate mode waiting for the spring to melt the snow weasels riding on Hemogoblins popping out of unseen invisible holes masked to trick you like a treat they want to eat hungry for your soul so it seems or is this R.P.G Role Playing Gaming fantasy make believe don't be fooled by the used and abused I keep a line open for everybody the rest is on you Verse3. Chamilly colorful billys Vanderbilly shares with my city and all the other cities that's with me stay warm through the storm like stocked up liquor no new born my so called crew torn by a sneak attack by a pack of rats but I don't really have a crew just new & old fools from the new & old school I move sicc units over Munix getting lost in the hustla call my corna Druids if I drew it then it blew quick like G.Z I stack it like Snowmen Doughboys to Jeezy like ice cream cone tats to Gucci now that's Big Face with a rich Quid taste sink or swim in this Squid Race they sneak attack fitted in black but no ninjaz they talk behind our backs gossip is problems we resolve them with World Revolvers spin them up then spin them down all around till they sick puking all over the town until they throw up and drown sell they crowns like 100's in the pen that's ten caps for the ones that didn't know this