SLAINE - Who Are You? lyrics

[** feat. Krumbsnatcha:] [Verse 1: ~Slaine~] Is this what you wanted? sh**. My style, I stand in front of it* I got a hundred kids spilling rum on ya b**h Have you ever heard of a man holding a gun in his lips? Have you ever heard of Slaine who got hundreds of clips? Shooting his mouth off, drinking Smirnoff, chew your right arm off I hope you're a southpaw, me and my outlaw, me and my MC Hope I don't come back, bury me ten feet Give me a drug track, I give me a bum rap Come back drunk, hang you up with a thumbtack But if I come back I'm a be the illest fiend Take a sh** load of pills and I'm a spill the beans Sorta like a scene to be seen on your TV screen A bad acid trip or a ba*tard dream A face in the rain, the last to be seen Four AM behind you at the cash machine In other words this is the concerto of weirdos You hear dough in your ear yo In your whip keep the beer low In the club put it up, blaze and raise your els up Now everybody in this motherf**er get the hell up [Chorus:] Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? I am Krumbsnatcher, I'm the gun clapper Hitting you with one faster Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? I am Slaine with a backwards brain, know what I'm sayin? So we gonna ride till the wheels fall off Call your A&R's yo cause the deal's called off We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain We let it rain, let it rain, let it rain [Verse 2: ~Krumbsnatcha~] Dawgs, you need to stop playing Cause where I see you, that's the spot you'll be laying This ain't no battle rap back and forth This whenever I can catch you I'm a clap with force Toss heats in backseats, skate off like I'm Gretzky Watching your whole chest bubble up like it's Pepsi Double up, let's see if y'all can test me Cause Krumb come with guns that be blacker than Wesley Yes he never gonna back down Dawgy I clap rounds into your hype man in his back now Smack down that b**h right in front of your face Clap down that snitch right in front of them jakes Not cosmetic or synthetic, I said it When the pressure boil over you let it then get wetted I'm not y'all dudes that front for the two The knife will thrust and adjust your attitude Much older, a chip on my shoulder Something like a boulder, at ease young soldier This my life, not A&R created or fabricated Still standing while most hated I never have to lose my breath over the track With a hundred bar verses of the yikkidy yak Know what I mean? Get my point across sixteen Incredible Hulk, yeah, out for green And make it seem so easy, off the heezy Get greasy, dawgy please believe me [Repeat Chorus:]