Suicide Kingz - Shotcallaz lyrics

[Intro: Celph Titled] Yeah, we got some top shotta's...some front line gunners in the house tonight. Celph Titled: The Manager of Manslaughter, My brother Apathy, My peoples Joey Knuckles and King Cole. You's didn't know? The Suicide Kingz b**h, anybody's a target. k** yourself, f**er! [Scratch Hook] [Verse 1: Apathy] Since the day my father busted in my mother, I've hated competition I cut the tails off the other s**m that were swimmin' Nah, sinnin' is my synonym, strippers that smell like cinnamon Cinematography, graphic sodomy of these women I'm spinnin' out of control, f** a positive image I'm slicker than oil spillage in an Alaskan village I murder and pillage, I pilfer, impressive to villains I'm chillin' in traffickin' pills and packages to children A savage guerrilla, the shade of vanilla, the nature of k**ers Escaped from the cage in a cape to conceal us I disappear in the air, leaving this mystical smoke I'm a sorcerer, rapped in a magic, invisible cloak f** your pitiful quotes, I'll stick a drill in your throat Like it's a quill in an ink well for these verses I wrote I write curses in cursive, I'm the worst of the worstest Crush your planet in my palm and leave you peons Earthless [Apathy]: Yeah, stick a motherf**in' spike through ya skull. Leave you lookin' like a unicorn skeleton... [Joey Knuckles]: Yeah, that's what's good [Verse 2: Joey Knuckles] I'm Slick Rick with a pimp limp and an ice pick Suicide Kings crush your head in a vice grip We might flip, beat you black and blue with a nightstick Quicker than a dynamite stick with a short wick You're not Mike Vick with pit bulls and full clips Gayer than a rainbow f*ggot s**in' his own dick I let the truth slip, cause I don't give two sh**s Jackin' any grip when we tryna see blue chips To battle is useless, attack is ruthless Your b**h got more semen in her than cruise ships I'm Beast Man, holdin' down the castle of Grayskull We brawl with your team like american baseball It's cannibal rap, with a scalpel that'l take your face off Disconnect your bones with high-powered chainsaws I'm gettin' swervy in a two-toned Mercury When I'm smokin' c**aine with the ghost of Brittany Murphy [Joey Knuckles]: Hahahahaha, Ya'll some s**as man. Yo, let 'em know Celph! [Verse 3: Celph Titled] A word to the wise, don't you ever get me mad Cause I'm launchin' scud missiles directly from my chimney shaft Other than that, I ain't holdin' back I'm blowin' stacks, collectin' gats with sniper scopes and shoulder straps That'll rip through your Ryan Seacrest sequin vest And I'm just gettin' my feet wet I'm a fan of damagin' And makin' you the next XXL milk carton candidate You's a roller derby b**h a** Serve a motherf**in' dish in kick a** And watch you skate fast through plate gla** You don't reach the regions that my army spins We top of the line, y'all computin' with Atari ram Y'all wanna live life as queens? Well I'm with the Suicide Kings Hardcore ride or die team I ain't cleanin' my kitchen, if I'm liftin' a burner My options, my dick or my gun, into a b**h's lips insert it [Scratching] [Apathy]: Demigodz...Apathy [Celph Titled]: Celph Titled [Apathy]: Suicide Kings Boom Bap Motherf**ers!