Heart Attack (Instrumental)
Unload the burner from a tower
Holding the Source power 30 for ransom I'll murder one every hour
Raps a disaster full of retards in leotards
Tryin be hard, only way you kill shit is me dying from laughter
I'm a leader like Luther King
But the truth is I'll pull out the heater doofus and get rufless for your bling
Crack your limbs like a black timbs, stomp a bitch in
When it comes to Necro and G Rap, there ain't no competition
Your best verse is worse then my worse verse, prepare for death rehearse in a hearse
Evil like a verse reverse
I was nice when you was just sperm don't doubt it
G Rap was already bout it when I just turned 12 and learned how to spit, SALUTE!
Got no love for police undercover beast
Danny Glover homo Mario Cuomo Governor leech
You never went brraapp your more like Borat, a whore twat
You might have family members that are gangster, but your not
Give you a heart attack, we hard rocks like Godsmack
You fronted like you hard kid and you got smacked
Godfathers with the gats
Even God will get clapped aim at the heavens and blast, ridiculous
We serious as a heart attack
We hard rocks like Godsmack
You fronted like you hard kid and you
Got smacked
Godfathers melt the track, even the devil got bucked up
Fucked up
What what
Slice Slice
Cut Cut
We from third world living conditions
Pitchin and gun clickin
Play hide and seeks in the streets, where they slump kids in
Some tongues spittin the truth ya'll niggas front
Spittin barrel to your fuckin ear drum
Hear the slums written
War tour in Queens the shit like Fallujah kid
Ruger six Smith and Western lessons will loose your wig
KGR and Necro we coming through this bitch
Come fly, through the strip like you the shit
Get lost like a plane out of tower range that flew through bermuda mist
Walk around in the ghetto metal heavy as sewer lids
Beautiful view to where dope shooters and users live
That's where they double cross the cross wire cross hair
Shit to have em send the red cross here
Heavy-matics heavy traffic kick a hit tryin a cross here
Cross these streets with crosses like they freezer froze
Get crossed up nigga better be close to VCO
Holding the Source power 30 for ransom I'll murder one every hour
Raps a disaster full of retards in leotards
Tryin be hard, only way you kill shit is me dying from laughter
I'm a leader like Luther King
But the truth is I'll pull out the heater doofus and get rufless for your bling
Crack your limbs like a black timbs, stomp a bitch in
When it comes to Necro and G Rap, there ain't no competition
Your best verse is worse then my worse verse, prepare for death rehearse in a hearse
Evil like a verse reverse
I was nice when you was just sperm don't doubt it
G Rap was already bout it when I just turned 12 and learned how to spit, SALUTE!
Got no love for police undercover beast
Danny Glover homo Mario Cuomo Governor leech
You never went brraapp your more like Borat, a whore twat
You might have family members that are gangster, but your not
Give you a heart attack, we hard rocks like Godsmack
You fronted like you hard kid and you got smacked
Godfathers with the gats
Even God will get clapped aim at the heavens and blast, ridiculous
We serious as a heart attack
We hard rocks like Godsmack
You fronted like you hard kid and you
Got smacked
Godfathers melt the track, even the devil got bucked up
Fucked up
What what
Slice Slice
Cut Cut
We from third world living conditions
Pitchin and gun clickin
Play hide and seeks in the streets, where they slump kids in
Some tongues spittin the truth ya'll niggas front
Spittin barrel to your fuckin ear drum
Hear the slums written
War tour in Queens the shit like Fallujah kid
Ruger six Smith and Western lessons will loose your wig
KGR and Necro we coming through this bitch
Come fly, through the strip like you the shit
Get lost like a plane out of tower range that flew through bermuda mist
Walk around in the ghetto metal heavy as sewer lids
Beautiful view to where dope shooters and users live
That's where they double cross the cross wire cross hair
Shit to have em send the red cross here
Heavy-matics heavy traffic kick a hit tryin a cross here
Cross these streets with crosses like they freezer froze
Get crossed up nigga better be close to VCO
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher John Woods
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