The Flying Dutchmen - Sin City lyrics

[Verse 1: Jon Murdock] This is all ours, feel the force of the raw power A new wave vacant, call me back at the God hour You cats is all cowards, straight co*ks**ers h*mos**ual rappers, you could never f** us You get your arms chopped off, yeah, we bring the ruckus Twist dutchs, put the blunt out on the face of gutless Weak cats, we shop, pop, 'em, Jon 'Dock 'em Blam, blam 'em, homicide 'em, it's not a problem Heavy lung, metallic musket, puffing a dust spliff [?] got me on some sh** like, "f** this" Cannibal corpse, blood thirsty, animal thought Life exits its shell when the cannon goes off Spinal tap, vertebrae cracked, Chris Reeve you Escape from Jake in the gray Buick Regal We all stay illegal, men are created equal Until I cut they body in half with the black Desert Eagle Bow down? Kiss the Converse, the rhyme burst berserk Tears in my eyes and blood on my shirt It's evil, demented, held down, cemented Dimension is for F-dation, I'm reppin' it hard If I'm locked up, I spit rhymes when I step in the yard And I get love from the thugs, it's no weapons involved You's a b**h, you getting f**ed, it's a lesson to y'all If you a snitch, you getting bucked when I step in the door [Verse 2: Burke the Jurke] Burke and Vanderslice, damn your life, you're a man, stand and fight I jab you with the left, don't let me land my right Crush your face like a can of sprite Cops cuff my hands tight, read Miranda rights Kids in the alleyways, sniffing grams of gla** and ice Cooking dope on the spoon under candle lights Living the glamour life, you should scram, aight? 'Cause if your man gets tight then disaster strikes I'll bust your dome and crush your bones Tuck you, thrust the chrome and leave me the f** alone Don't step in my way, put your weapon away Or you'll meet d**h in a day and your flesh will decay I'll leave you with a message, learn a lesson today Cut your head and give your brain a ten second delay You should be expecting the worse, get stretched in a hearse I'll let you rest in the dirt just for messing with Burke, b**h [Verse 3: Lex Starwind] Body bag beat down, burst is bodacious Bullinger a beat down worse than Joe Frasier Verse Ali, Mayweather, way better to save ya Sugar Shane sweet and low, Saccharin's the flavor For these sweet-a** diabetic hypoglycemic Sugar shock 'round the clock MCs like, "Y'all beat it" f** out of here, no, you can't make another dollar here Full throttle, hollow, nostril swallow, now it's out of here Greg the Hammer Valentine, figure four leg lock VA TEC-9, Columbine, caught a head shot Armor like fifteen, Washington Street scene k**er all morning, tarot card make your neat lean DC sniper shot, work in the dungeon Full metal jacket blacksmith at your function Stanley Kubrick, rue sh**, orange clockwork Reprogram your whole plans with a hot verse The Dutchmen, destroy, display disaster Dynamite detonate, dedicated demastered The monster, Krueger, Voorhees, Mike Myers Norman Bates in them Bathing Apes through the mic wire Live baller, Clive Barker, the HP love craft Weird science fiction, diction cause a bloodbath They love that, chop it and bag it, let the funds stack Vanderslice sh**, type quick on a rough track