Lyrics The Stickup - Chris Webby, Skrizzly Adams

The Stickup

I was born wit a marvelous mind but no heart inside
So start and die, I’m the hardest alive
Get picked apart, ripped out your karl kanis
I dot my Ts, cross my I’s
Skills like this boy?
Shit boy that’s hard to find
Send ya carcass flyin
Fuck a 9−5, I’m a cunt hair under 5 foot 9
Bouta blow up when the stars align
Dec 21st sure?
I’m tellin you words hurt
My worst work will leave you in the dirt, twerp, ya heard it first
Word to fucking Big Bird, tell Ernie 'n Bert I’ll murder a verse
And bury you next to it, don’t take it personal, jerk
My flows like a word search, but… still ain’t spellin money
That’s why I call my two fist hand guns, get it dummy?
This is a stick up, what I said it funny?
Empty your pockets or become a hostage I’ll kill everybody
I guess im nutty, yeah buddy
I’m 2012's Ted Bundy
The names Lector
But you can call me Danimal, yes sir
Y’all shoulda known better than to fuck with Fade and Danimal
Cause we some animals that’ll eat you like a cannibal
Fuck these whack rappers, we cut they face off
And then we dispose of their bodies with a chainsaw
It’s Fade and D. Lec
Mothafuckas know that we next
Better show some respect
Or we’ll be liftin' you by your v neck (bitch)
And I ain’t even gotta say this (what?)
We the fuckin' greatest
That’s why your girl got us under get her wet on her iTunes playlist
Remain nameless, dawg
You can gon' and meet the stainless
I’ll take your composition book, turn it sideways and shove it up your anus
I’m locked up in a cage, and I’m wearin shades like Johnny Cage
You wanna step to me?
Cool, I’m Diablo and this is primal rage
You’re gonna need some cheat codes
Killin' y’all is easy like free throws
I take these cheesy rappers and eat em' like Doritos
Lookin' through the peep hole
And I see D. takin bites out of another victim
Better hide your wifes, better hide your children
Rapper killers mane, name somebody that was born iller
And you don’t have to call me Mickey but im a Natural Born Killer
Kidnappin' these rappers just to torture em, fuck a ransom
And then I’ll have my cronies murder them bitches, Charles Manson
Y’all shoulda known better than to fuck with Fade and Danimal
Cause we some animals that’ll eat you like a cannibal
Fuck these whack rappers, we cut they face off
And then we dispose of their bodies with a chainsaw
I ain’t finished, mothafucka, what you thought this was over?
Talkin' shit to a cracker like you musta' thought I was sober
I’m wreckless
I’ll break your face off right after I chug a king cobra
Down, forward, punch
Then it’s over
This the stick up motherfucker
What you thought it was?
Weed, mushrooms, promethazine, you better run all them drugs
Serial killer dawg and I ain’t talkin' about no lucky charms
I’ll grab your hand, rip it by your shoulders and then I’ll beat you with your
arms
Right to bear arms so I’m always wearing a wife beater
Mane y’all fighting us ain’t fair, but shit nethers life either
Early morning stoned pimp I wake up and I’m eatin' grits
Type of motherfucker that’ll have Miley Cryus flippin' bricks
And Megan Fox out on the corner turnin tricks with Talyor Swift
50 bones if you want to hit and 25 if you want her to suck your dick
Mane this Pimpin ain’t easy but yo, this rappin' is
So take my advice when I tell you this, put the mic down and quit rappin' bitch