KiddDaLegend - Collateral Damage lyrics

"I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot the deputy" Ooh, ooh, ooooh… [Verse 1] Fight fire with fire The a**-whoopin' is hand-crafted The man is a sick mixture of Kuklinski and Hannibal That's like saying the X-Men joined forces with a cannibal I'm a walking tall giant, except I use the stilts as chopsticks I got this, nobody here enforcing sh**, so you all can't cop this I rock chains that imitates what the ice is Head back to Egypt to get all set, like Isis I'm nice kid, goddamn it I know I am The first traces of GMO was green eggs and ham I'm the motherf**in' man I don't do the splits unless it's your head, man And I don't do handstands unless I'm sticking you up, man Full metal jacket and a full metal alchemist I forge bars and break bars, the blacksmith of this rap sh** Them boys will get blasted in a battle quick Even though I said forge bars like a sword Jack a lantern from a Hallow's Eve party and cut the cord Put an end to your entire life cycle Mary Jane couldn't give me a high moment like the Eiffel That's why my lines punch at n***as, they start up a fistfight, too I'm the only brotha that's left of the Reich group… [Hook 2×] One, two, three, four, five, six I'm definitely throwin' bones if I ain't throwin' picks Screw ya crew if you think you can f** with the Kidd K-I-DD, the boy jumpstarts a lot of mischief I'm in this [Verse 2] Hot diggity-diggity damn Like the last verse, I'm the goddamn man Praise God, cause I'm not usin' the name in vain, and I move bars like a Game of Fifteen But the objec of this game is that I spit sixteen Bars, like a Mardi Gras block party in New Orleans Cardiac arrest, your heart is committing crimes Destiny speaks to me, but I don't have a PS4 to play online She can role play while playing Trey, but keep it on-line Diversify the odds and get away clean in a black limousine Or as a matter of fact a black Rover, with both front doors opened up My attitude towards you is like below-zero s**, cold as f** I'm just bold enough to roll it up in a blunt Smoke it, then wield your cabeza as a football and punt ¿No tengo pantalones, tú quieres mi vato? ¿Tú quieres el bistec un plato? ¿Gritar mi nombre en ingles sin español? I move her body like them keys, she calls me Paco Another internet attempt just so I can make it rip Internet bars, and Gambino says that it's because of it