Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Behead the Kings, artist - Outerspace. Album song My Brother's Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outerspace
Song language: English
Behead the Kings |
I ain’t new to the game faggot, I been rappin' |
You tell lies in the booth, that means you been actin' |
I been smashin' on this mic, I been spazzin' |
I’m completely focused motherfucker, distraction |
My hand is steady when the four fifth lift at 'em, shit happens when you faggot |
niggas hear the click clackin |
911 call em up keep 'em dispatchin, that means you talk to police and speak pig |
latin |
I’m done with it all, I move past you petty haters |
Gun to your jaw, you ready, you can meet your maker |
I’m a man of god but I don’t need a savior |
I do my dirt all up on my lonely, I don’t need a favor |
Fuck a bitch, fuck 'em all nigga, fuck the world |
I’m good by myself little boy and little girl, I made my bed so y’all pay the |
consequence |
I got devils in my head sayin' I gotta vent, I got an angel on my shoulder say |
I should repent |
But the devil keeps on winnin' 'cause I’m kinda bent |
I’m coming for blood, I’m broke I don’t got a cent, so don’t be brave, |
have a little common sense |
Everything is everything, pulling out them heavy things |
The official pistol gang, clutching the machete swing |
Outerspace can turn your brain to spaghetti rings, anything |
Bring the guillotine, we behead the kings |
What you retarded or something? |
I leave you heartless if nothing |
If anything I leave you wheezin' in your coffin for frontin' |
For real I’m the fuego, and the bullets hasta luego |
Every syllable scorch ya, every word like waco, every verse fatal |
I ain’t votin' for pedro, I vote for the niggas that put pesos in my payroll, |
yup |
I’m Chase Utley with the louisville, swingin' at the labels 'cause they want me |
signing stupid deals, for real? |
This shit be irritating me, I feel like Rikers Island 'cause the demons ain’t |
escaping me, now |
I need a new eight to squeeze, hate to see the paper freeze |
Too much on the plate for me, full course meal, bulldozin' through the |
forcefield, fool’s dozin' off, ho’s and altar boys still |
You need to duck now, avoid the ricochet |
We makin' them hits nigga, you hittin the triple blades (?) |
Niggas say I leave your district in disarray, you dissin but nigga I don’t hear |
your diss gettin' played |
My flow Fiji, my voice trample your tipi, every sample dismantled and leave you |
greener than kiwi |
Everything is everything, pulling out them heavy things |
The official pistol gang, clutching the machete swing |
Outerspace can turn your brain to spaghetti rings, anything |
Bring the guillotine, we behead the kings |