Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Out , by - Ghostface Killah. Release date: 20.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Out |
| Yo, Kane, let’s get 'em |
| I’m talking blackout |
| Put lives to a name, fuck a tapout |
| All in together, we gon' wipe 'em |
| Wax in revenge mode, time for some action |
| Yeah, relentless, murderous intentions |
| The henchmen’s garments is all black, that’s the way to pimp this |
| Caught up in my spell, smell exotic, blunt from different trees |
| Black gloves, bullet’s will fly when the 9's squeezed |
| Ghost and these, robbing the whole globe |
| Black polo, hooded, with Gucci wheels with a nice grip |
| So when the blood hit the floor, I won’t slip |
| Dynamic with my dial-up, you faggots is hog meat |
| Crack your cranium like crab does if you cross me |
| Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy |
| Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection |
| Execute him and chop up his body in sections |
| Clean cut butcher knives |
| X they’re eyes out |
| Nail 'em to a billboard |
| Let 'em dry out |
| Let me a show you a crime about 'em blowing your minds out |
| If you ain’t ready to throat a nigga then sign out |
| Nickel plated 40's are blowing your spine out |
| Old school Caddies with coke, come take a line out |
| Stingin' niggas for they’re jewels in they’re stash house |
| Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby |
| Closed casket, make sure his mother cry |
| You fuckin' woth grimy guys, tunes are suicidal |
| And now we ain’t homies, they call us the homicidal |
| Get ready for the mayhem, just call it my arrival |
| Bash him with a disco ball, it’s the 70's |
| Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these |
| Black bastards, ruthless killers |
| Watch me thrill ya |
| Party killers, we won’t die |
| Hard body bitch made cats is gonna fry |
| Solidify we’re champions, youngens we’re bonafide |
| Wanna swim with the sharks, be my guest, go take a dive |
| The name of the game is Blood Sport |
| You won’t make it out alive |
| I see what you trying for so give it up |
| We terrorize shit, Kane and Ghost, lit it up |