Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I.M.D.K.V., artist - The Alchemist. Album song Rapper's Best Friend 3: An Instrumental Series, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
I.M.D.K.V. |
IMDKV Queens Massacre |
The Infamous Mobb Deep King Vulture rapper |
What niggas wan' do when you see me off camera |
IMDKV Queens Massacre |
The Infamous Mobb Deep King Vulture rapper |
What niggas wan' do when you see me off camera |
Nigga strip who? |
I’ll beat you till you lavender |
You banned from the functions and concerts, cancel son |
Void that, you can’t cash that, stop frontin' |
You ain’t never see me in the streets while we was beefing |
Talkin' 'bout I white flagged you and said it’s all peace |
When you know damn well it’s apocalypse season |
Get your back radiated next time you try to flee |
From this punishment you got comin', don’t resist |
You only gonna make it worse, stand the fuck still bitch |
You screamin', see motherfucker, you screamin' |
Now I’mma have to stop that |
Hand me the nail hammer and the baseball bat |
I’mma buss his mouth open he trying to attract |
The attention of them people |
IMDKV, I’m evil |
Straight black evil |
When it call for it kidnap the pussy for torture |
I’m all for it |
What you thought I was Angel Cake? |
You niggas is hella soft you just baby food beef |
I’m dog food dope, keep your lady on a leash |
When I’m outside walkin' through the world like I own this bitch |
With my hoodie on, black king cobra shit |
Queens nigga get the money and I stay fresh |
Pockets full of dough, tippin' hundreds to the waitress |
Smokin' like exotic car tailpipes |
Hopin' one of y’all niggas would get right |
Go on pop your gun and cut to the chase |
Pussy nigga step up front, I’m cuttin' up his face |
On some brutal crime shit, get your eyeball sliced |
Ugh, disgusting shit, I will fuck up your life |
IMDKV Queens Massacre |
The Infamous Mobb Deep King Vulture rapper, what |
Nigga wan' do when you see me off camera |
Nigga strip who? |
I’ll beat you till you lavender |
You banned from the functions and concerts, cancel son |
And rain on your parade you silly ass nigga |
Jerk it motherfucker this is not a prank nigga |
I’m a felon, parolee |
I still smoke rollies |
You ain’t gotta find Jesus, I’ll leave you Holy |
They ain’t gotta find God, I’ll baptize your homies |
Then crack another Patron and toast memories |
I’m top of New York, bad man, nothing nice |
Bitch king me, top me off like a dirty Sprite |
Yo too much of my life’ll get you fucked up |
Way more than that LQ and blunt, dun |
They rated me triple X, I’m too vulgar |
I start finger-fuckin' that Mac, it’s all over |