Gimisum Family - Fear No Evil
[Verse 1: Hollow Poynt]
From the twitchin' of my thumb
Somethin' wicked this way comes
Throwin' bombs, It's the prince of darkness
Anti-christ, come get you some
Crucial style, crucifyin'
Killa from the sixth dimension
I'm takin' souls from hoes, claw up the competition
All in my mind is, only evil thoughts
And I'm the Gatekeeper
To the path of terror, to the rim, of the grim reaper
As I resurrect and rise above my mortal stage
I see my fingers as they disappear
Bein' replaced by razorblades
On a murder spree
I killed off all them bastards starrin' at me
Breakin' bad, I'm breakin' bones and rollin' domes
Ain't got no mercy 'cause I'm cursed, G
Always had the mites and thangs
Don't hate me, mane
All I wanna do is kill, chill
And drink yo' blood and thangs
Callin' me sick, that's your worst mistake
'Cause I won't hesitate, to marinate
Chop you up and spread you 'cross my dinner plate
The cannibalistic nigga, Hollow Poynt
Don't need no fuckin' sequel
Lookin' death straight in his eye
I bet you, I don't fear no evil
[Verse 2: Hollow Poynt]
I'm a product of a motherfuckin' sub-human race
With a Chucky style grin, cross my motherfuckin' face
Catch a case, if a nigga try to start ho shit
Biggity buck, better duck
'cause I'm aimin' for yo' head, trick
Traumatizin' no surprisin'
Hollow Poynt, the thriller mane
Closin' shop, with my Glock cocked
Just to kill a mane
Fulla' that hay, pistol play, like a child plays in mud
For the thug, like myself and Dre
Leavin' fuckin' slugs In y'all chest
Layin' a deep rest for that shit y'all try
Tryna' fuck a playa from the Grove
Is a death ride, homicide, Pistol Grip
My roadie hate y'all bitches too
Runnin', dodgin', flaudgin' ass cowards and they piru
Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath
Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass
In the past, is yo' life
In the wind, that's me, friend
Kickin' it with the Big M-A-C-K
Drinkin' Seagram's gin
That's my dog, he my folk, got his eyes on my back
Keepin' the gat, what's the password?
Call it Mossberg, on the curb, is your body
Gotti style, hit fool, bleedin' from the laws
Jumpin' walls, still lookin' smooth
Left a pool full of blood
Left some tricks in disgrace
A.B.P. come fuck with me
I increase the murder rate
From the twitchin' of my thumb
Somethin' wicked this way comes
Throwin' bombs, It's the prince of darkness
Anti-christ, come get you some
Crucial style, crucifyin'
Killa from the sixth dimension
I'm takin' souls from hoes, claw up the competition
All in my mind is, only evil thoughts
And I'm the Gatekeeper
To the path of terror, to the rim, of the grim reaper
As I resurrect and rise above my mortal stage
I see my fingers as they disappear
Bein' replaced by razorblades
On a murder spree
I killed off all them bastards starrin' at me
Breakin' bad, I'm breakin' bones and rollin' domes
Ain't got no mercy 'cause I'm cursed, G
Always had the mites and thangs
Don't hate me, mane
All I wanna do is kill, chill
And drink yo' blood and thangs
Callin' me sick, that's your worst mistake
'Cause I won't hesitate, to marinate
Chop you up and spread you 'cross my dinner plate
The cannibalistic nigga, Hollow Poynt
Don't need no fuckin' sequel
Lookin' death straight in his eye
I bet you, I don't fear no evil
[Verse 2: Hollow Poynt]
I'm a product of a motherfuckin' sub-human race
With a Chucky style grin, cross my motherfuckin' face
Catch a case, if a nigga try to start ho shit
Biggity buck, better duck
'cause I'm aimin' for yo' head, trick
Traumatizin' no surprisin'
Hollow Poynt, the thriller mane
Closin' shop, with my Glock cocked
Just to kill a mane
Fulla' that hay, pistol play, like a child plays in mud
For the thug, like myself and Dre
Leavin' fuckin' slugs In y'all chest
Layin' a deep rest for that shit y'all try
Tryna' fuck a playa from the Grove
Is a death ride, homicide, Pistol Grip
My roadie hate y'all bitches too
Runnin', dodgin', flaudgin' ass cowards and they piru
Fuck you, you gon' catch a hot one too, feel my wrath
Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass
In the past, is yo' life
In the wind, that's me, friend
Kickin' it with the Big M-A-C-K
Drinkin' Seagram's gin
That's my dog, he my folk, got his eyes on my back
Keepin' the gat, what's the password?
Call it Mossberg, on the curb, is your body
Gotti style, hit fool, bleedin' from the laws
Jumpin' walls, still lookin' smooth
Left a pool full of blood
Left some tricks in disgrace
A.B.P. come fuck with me
I increase the murder rate
Количество просмотров: 19