Death 13 (feat. Nguyen Brothaz, The Styles Of L & Kinetic 9)

Peace, wuddup
It's your boy, yo, Beretta 9, aka Kinetic, don't forget it
Representing Killarmy, that Wu-Tang family
You know what it is, my G
Ayo, shout-out to Cryptik Soul
Representing that real no lactose Hip Hop
Peace

Omae wa ore wo okoraseta

Yeah
Yo, yo
Yeah, yeah
I'll be rolling with my thugs causing terror in the night
I know you're scared of us 'cause I can tell that from your eyes
My name is Cryptik Soul, I'll fucking spell that with a knife
If you ever cross my path, I'm bringing hell up in your life
Man, I'm fucked up in the head to find violence really cool
Keep acting like a fool and I'll get violent with the tool
I will rob you for your cash and then I'll fight you for your jewels
You'll be screaming really loud 'cause I'm more frightening than a ghoul
I'll get L to tie you up while I'll be raping up your chick
Then I'll gut her like a fish until it makes you wanna sick
If you say that you're the shit, I'll fucking slay you really quick
Stabbing blades into your hips and smash your face up with a stick
Don'tcha ever run from me, I wanna slash up all your veins
I will cut through all your nerves until you pass out from the pain
I'll grab anything that's sharp which can be jabbed into your brain
Then I'll suffocate your ass before I drag you with a chain
You can never fuck with me 'cause you ain't even on my level
I'm a evil minded dude who'll murder people for the Devil
Man, try to step to me and I'll get lethal with the metal
Stay fronting like you're hard and start to beef me, then you're dead, fool
I'll hack you with an axe until you're bleeding from your ribs
'Fore I chop you into bits and fucking feed you to the pigs
I'm breaking into houses just to sleep with little kids
So barricade your homes or I'll be creeping in your cribs
I'm as crazy as they come who's known to blaze the fucking gun
I'll bring death to motherfuckers who'll be claiming that they're tough
I will aim the goddamn snub and start spraying at your mug
You'll be dying on the floor before you're taped up in a rug
I will drop you like an anchor when I pop you with a handgun
If you stop me or my anger, dawg, my Glock will shoot your fam up
Keep on clowning and I'll shank ya 'fore I kill you where you stand, cuz
Then I'm fleeing from the scene 'til every cop is on a manhunt
What

Call me Death, microphone check 1, 3
Give me respect, gold chains and necklaces
And if I ain't the best, I'll kill 'em all until I am
You're not dreaming, you'll be screaming until your bleeding is over
Death, microphone check 1, 3
Give me respect, gold chains and necklaces
And if I ain't the best, I'll kill 'em all until I am
A demon myself, I'd bury myself in quicksand to the death

Hahaha
Cryptik motherfucking Soul
Coming with the darkness to leave you heartless
The best part is, we ain't finished yet, heh
Yo, Lighta
Dejay Wiz
We're just getting started
Ayo, you ready?
Lighta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Deteriorate your body, rhymes be eating up your flesh
You haters cheating like a shorty who be needing sex
But I'mma earn it 'til I'm burning 'til I sleep and rest
You wanna meet the monster, man, you haven't even seen him yet
I'm strapping up just like I'm 'bouta bone some new punani
I'm here to take your soul, but I'm not in Illuminati
I got 'em rolling now, they're sweating like they doing Molly
Cut these rappers into fillets, dip them into wasabi
It's getting nasty, I'm chopping livers when operating
Walking with machetes, I'm killing, that is my occupation
I'm contagious, spreading the virus, decrease the population
Calling me the Truth, that's probably why it's so hard to face me
I'll hit you with the shovel, got your little brain smeared
Busted your nose, it's red, Rudolph The Reindeer
Rip out your organs in portions, now you will taste fear
Kinda like Vegas, what happened here it's gonna stay here
Lighta

Yeah, yeah
Dejay Wiz is the name, coming to you, I'm bringing the pain
Cuts and bruises, razor blade, fuck the gun, I'mma make you bleed outta your vein
Then slowly eat your fucking brain like The Walking Dead
After I'm done, I'm taking your body out to the shed
Burn off your fingertips, so they can never read your fingerprints
Then cut your body up like cold cuts, wrap 'em up in a Ziploc
Dispose you before you decompose, no rigor mortis, bury you in a shallow grave
And set your ass on fire as I barbecue vịt quay and heo quay, that's something I desire
Drinking a beer as I smell that body roast like coffee in the morning
Got me going on a vengeance
The killing excites me as I go deep, cutting tissue with precision
Machete have your organ looking like spaghetti
These rappers got me twisted, going cannibalistic
Killing them quickly, sending bullets with no ballistic
You thinking that I'm dying, but I'm roaring like a lion
Fuck you faggot ass rappers 'cause I ain't even trying

Call me Death, microphone check 1, 3
Give me respect, gold chains and necklaces
And if I ain't the best, I'll kill 'em all until I am
You're not dreaming, you'll be screaming until your bleeding is over
Death, microphone check 1, 3
Give me respect, gold chains and necklaces
And if I ain't the best, I'll kill 'em all until I am
A demon myself, I'd bury myself in quicksand to the death

Microphone check 1, 3
Give me respect, gold chains and necklaces
And if I ain't the best, I'll kill 'em all until I am
You're not dreaming, you'll be screaming until your bleeding is over
Death, microphone check 1, 3
Give me respect, gold chains and necklaces
And if I ain't the best, I'll kill 'em all until I am
A demon myself, I'd bury myself in quicksand to the death