Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calling All, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Krown Power, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra, United Family
Song language: English
Calling All |
I spit the prophecy, this ain’t just rap |
It’s an epiphany, another bomb track |
You a bitch slap, I’m the boom bap |
Yeah, you can get with this or you- |
Fuckin' emcees talk smack |
But their rhymes are so whack |
So step back, I rep that mic |
And rock all night, I’m alright |
I’m on fire and I won’t stop |
I won’t quit, I won’t die, I can’t fail |
I’mma raise hell nigga, nigga I make bail |
Unplugged from the matrix and you hate this |
I’m the vendetta, Neo — I’m the one |
We anonymous, we can’t be undone |
How can you sleep when your bed is on fire |
(1 more body) |
I don’t want to be one more body for the grinder |
(1 more body) |
How can you sleep when your bed is on fire |
(1 more body) |
I don’t want to be one more body for the grinder |
1 more body |
Grind 'em up |
1 more body |
Grind 'em up |
1 more body |
Grind 'em up |
1 more body |
We grind 'em up |
They can fuck off |
I clock pop dumb fucks and beef, bruv |
My sharp blade gonna cut you up |
So what now? |
Uppercut, fury fist, kapow |
I ain’t gonna let a sucka motherfucka wear me down |
I’m loud, I’m gangster, rocks heavyweight |
Shock while I in the ring, bop while I devastate |
Pitch forking, night stalking, pissed as fuck |
Stand ready on the trigger, don’t push your luck |
I date rape the bars, gun sacks |
Hit you with that weed rap |
You talk behind my back |
You get slapped like a bitch |
Catch an ear for my lyrics |
Cut you up, sew you like a stitch |
I’m an all-star, yeah, you ride the bench |
Quit to hit 'em, fuck 'em man |
Quick to split 'em in the gut |
I’m picking them up off the ground |
And letting my dogs look out the pound |
Chew their mugs, spit them out |
Dumping their bodies around the town |
Zipping up lips, shutting 'em down |
D-Loc, he’s busting rounds |
I’m a .44 magnum, dead body dragging |
West side outlaw, start toe tagging |
From the fire, spit by the dragon |
Lords of the underground, no need for bragging |
This is mashing while speaking on truth |
They got the bomb track, bring in the truth |
We are menaces to society, no need to lie to me |
We stay high, don’t question our sobriety |
I got demons screaming inside of me |
Crime defining me, we are the dynasty |
One body, who’s gonna stop me, huh? |
One body who’s gonna stop |
One body who’s gonna stop me, huh? |
One body who’s gonna drop |
I say, fuck authority — they are the minority |
Together we stand up tall, the new majority |
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out |
The prodigal son returned, Apocalypse Now |
It’s the purge, feed the urge |
To blast somebody in the mind like they deserve |
This is the end times, I am so ready |
Like the pair of doomsday, hold the gate steady |
The pale horse upon 'em, sacked death |
Broken is the seal like the ribs in your chest |
Into your lungs, make it hard for you to breathe |
Choking up on bile, you’re infected with disease |
One more for the grinder, set a reminder |
No choices left no nerve, no black box transponder |
Long gone, laid to waste, you ain’t safe |
One less bitch now when murder was the case |
I ain’t the beast but I’m what the beast is afraid of |
You come in peace but you’re leaving in pieces, straight up |
I’m like an octopus coming from every angle |
Ain’t no stopping this when I’m swinging the blade |
I’m the ominous synonymous |
Synonymous with ripping through people |
Like they were cartilage and I’m driven by evil |
And the only thing I’m driving is a knife in your spine |
I’ll cull a hundred times like I’m stuck in rewind, screaming… |
I don’t want to be one more body |
Two dead and kin left again to party |
I run an axe like a lumberjack |
And I smack till you blood in my cup of Bacardi |
Bottoms up when I come for life |
Rhyme like a vampire ready to sink teeth in fresh meat |
Time for the pain, I’m out of my brain |
Sick fuck with a wig, nocturnal and I don’t sleep |
Underground like our rap, you’re boned |
In the three piece suit, covered in dirt, I’m global |
When my throw weird, bask me in blood |
In the booth and on mic when I’m talking, involved |
Twisted and heavy, sick and demented killing spree |
Lunatics who we be, you destined to be a body |