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GAWNE (feat. KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens) –LYRICS
[Verse 1: GAWNE]
I swore to the G.O.D…
I was finna get mine…
Cause mama you done made it out Chicago’s Westside!
HO HO mama let’s ride…
We roll
Bonnie and Clyde
I ain’t goin’ out quiet…
Got time on my left wrist
God to my right
But I’m outta my right mind
So be quiet…
And don’t ask what I’m rapping for
This shit is personal…
My mama gon’ live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursing home….
…
Cause name five MC’s in the game right now who can take me down…
I’ll wait…
Crooked!
We might just have to give em’ the rhythm that they came for now-
When I hit em’ with the potent-
Profane flow-
Till the propane flame goes out…
…
Until then
I’m the Rap Godzilla
Miraculous
I’m coming to take the president down.
…
Cause I came for the most hateful
Cave troll,
In White House
Who went AWOL
On his wife, what an a-hole
Woman say no
But he won’t stop grabbing the pussy by the handful
Cause the man knows
That he can’t lose
With a few scandals
When Vladimir Putin is handing him
Wikileaks used to advantage
Disparaging Hillary
Putting that nail through her casket in…
…
And it’s so frickin’ apparent
This country is reaching a point of combustion
Where faith in humanity’s practically vanishing…
…
Conservative values have died
They’re inanimate.
…
And liberals are panicking…
…
Turning to pussies
They’re packing their bags up and moving to Canada…
Canada…?!?
You mother fuckers ain’t really man enough.
I don’t give a fuck
I’m never running from nothing
Even if Donald’s got the nukes
And he’s coming for everybody in the opposition
I’ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-
I’m whooping the man
Cause I’m not a man, I’m a legend
And I reckon my records
Are breaking every single record
Known to man in a second
The world ain’t ready for the return of the mic
Murdering menace
I hurt em’, and burn em’,
Invented
The word of demented
So call em’ a medic
With anesthetic
Before they turn into someone you never heard of
Pathetic.
At first I was heading for heaven
But the devil said I’d be better never repenting
For my pen again
When the venom is venerable
I’m too fucking incredible
Un-bitable flow
It isn’t edible
Nor legible
My decibels and trebles
Are impeccable
When flipping a rap
I’m kicking it back
To the momentum
I first had when I was entering my ZONEEE
WHOA…
Look at the show!
…
Luke Gawne,
Crooked I,
And Craig O…
…
You probably thought
I wasn’t gon’ slaughter ever syllable
But I’m ripping em’ to bits
With the wickedest spit
And bitch,
I’m limitless
YOOO!
[Chorus: Craig Owens]
Walking round with thoughts of redemptionPlotting through my head, voices said speak of divisionOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payPicture perfect fantasy is it?Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa,
And the dataDon't add up, more than 58 dead…Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead.But tell that to the motherf*cker laying on the groundWith his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platterFrom the automatic ratata-tata-
That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time cameDylann Roof, let his nine aimWalked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire rangeSqueezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sidewaysNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-How do I explain hatred to an underage kidWho's parents got their lives claimed-
By a killer-That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger KingAfter the murder scene-
They don't give a f*ck if we all die!Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-bySlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtiedFall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dineroBut you f*ckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument,
My eye's on top of itI'm all eyes seein', like HorusAll I ever needed was a chorus.
The sh*t’ll get 'em hooked from Philly to MiddlebrookThese killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a bookCrook is a thesaurus, “godlike being”This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listenLyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bibleWhoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism,Paganism, Satanism - wait a minutePay the menace, g
Quicker than your blaze a swisha!
*aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)
[Chorus: Craig Owens]
Walking round with thoughts of redemptionPlotting through my head, voices said speak of divisionOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payPicture perfect fantasy is it?Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to payOh, whoa,
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