Lyrics SHOOTOUT AT THE CYCLONE - Gorilla Twins, Ill Bill, Nems

SHOOTOUT AT THE CYCLONE

Extra queso, lobotomy, my brain is Liquid Drano
Ran through your mama’s
Take a life
Soviets
My clientele phony like Madonna’s
My goons all convicts
Rappers and black rabbis, goons with ice picks
The goons don’t fucking move unless I say so
Might fuck your bitch depending on how my day goes
Gorilla Twins, that’s the brand you can’t trust
All of these rappers is fake fucks
Y’all hate us, because we don’t wear leggings and makeup (NAH!)
We don’t do that!
Point em' out, who dat?
Move back hit them
Coney Island, this is my home
Shootout at the Wonder Wheel
You know the fucking deal
Put my entire fist up your ass like a puppeteer
Word, I sit back and observe
Gorilla versus bird
That ain’t ketchup on your shirt, shootout at The Cyclone