Skeletonz & Arteriez
Try to bite my style it gets stuck in your esophagus
My name is aw shit I prefer to stay anonymous
Strange of the Oni I hang with the homiez
Who all got scary names like Kang and Shanobi
They rep a gang that like to bang on the phoniez
And Strange cravez wangz served with baked macaroni and conebread
Smoke a zone to the head and kick it like grown men who don't wanna go to bed
We don't sleep we just rest and then we out again
We want our kidz to know they parentz are proud of them
And other thingz we want for them that we never had so fuck an emcee I'm just tryin' to be a better dad
En mi vida so few true examplez y en estas calles I seen dudes get mangled
The victimz were accessoriez to they own murder when they stepped to me I was just tryin to get a burger
I guarantee I will black your whole world if you walk up strapped and pull a gat on my girl
It's not hard for me to stop an armed robbery I studied diagrams of skeletonz and arteriez
You get joint locked your arm pops off I perform a tracheotomy in one katana swat
You're not hot you're lost all your beef got squashed I hope you see the cost of all the grief you've caused
While you were out there sticking up you should have listened up
Because now you just out there like a missing cup
So what the fuck you trying to come up or what?
Or just sip courvoisier from a styrofoam cup like yuck!
Jason Hochfeld is about to blow up doing the job while y'all didn't even show up
Jason Hochfeld is about to blow up doing the job while y'all didn't even show up
I swing a big sword at all the pig lords I kick it raw going to war in a 6-4
I got a big hoarde who give a shit more we bomb hills at high speed and flip the board
We aint role modelz we roll with open throttlez
And we throwin' bottlez at the copz because we know they'll follow
Then we weave through the traffic of S.F.'s Chinatown hit a 20 step rail and krooked grind down
Tryin' to clown almost bitin' the ground but they can't keep up with us
The copz tryin' to bust got lost behind a bus but a few homiez fell and got concussed and fucked up
The name of the game iz that luck iz just against us the bloodshed is constant and endless
And hesitation is our nemesis that's why I'm gonna keep on skating until the end of this!
My name is aw shit I prefer to stay anonymous
Strange of the Oni I hang with the homiez
Who all got scary names like Kang and Shanobi
They rep a gang that like to bang on the phoniez
And Strange cravez wangz served with baked macaroni and conebread
Smoke a zone to the head and kick it like grown men who don't wanna go to bed
We don't sleep we just rest and then we out again
We want our kidz to know they parentz are proud of them
And other thingz we want for them that we never had so fuck an emcee I'm just tryin' to be a better dad
En mi vida so few true examplez y en estas calles I seen dudes get mangled
The victimz were accessoriez to they own murder when they stepped to me I was just tryin to get a burger
I guarantee I will black your whole world if you walk up strapped and pull a gat on my girl
It's not hard for me to stop an armed robbery I studied diagrams of skeletonz and arteriez
You get joint locked your arm pops off I perform a tracheotomy in one katana swat
You're not hot you're lost all your beef got squashed I hope you see the cost of all the grief you've caused
While you were out there sticking up you should have listened up
Because now you just out there like a missing cup
So what the fuck you trying to come up or what?
Or just sip courvoisier from a styrofoam cup like yuck!
Jason Hochfeld is about to blow up doing the job while y'all didn't even show up
Jason Hochfeld is about to blow up doing the job while y'all didn't even show up
I swing a big sword at all the pig lords I kick it raw going to war in a 6-4
I got a big hoarde who give a shit more we bomb hills at high speed and flip the board
We aint role modelz we roll with open throttlez
And we throwin' bottlez at the copz because we know they'll follow
Then we weave through the traffic of S.F.'s Chinatown hit a 20 step rail and krooked grind down
Tryin' to clown almost bitin' the ground but they can't keep up with us
The copz tryin' to bust got lost behind a bus but a few homiez fell and got concussed and fucked up
The name of the game iz that luck iz just against us the bloodshed is constant and endless
And hesitation is our nemesis that's why I'm gonna keep on skating until the end of this!
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Writer(s): August Zumwalt
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