Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spittin Venom , by - X-Raided. Release date: 21.09.2009
Song language: English
Spittin Venom |
| If it’s on I’ll kill my own like a Civil War |
| This EBK, what the fuck should I be civil for? |
| It’s over, pour into my bullet tips |
| Split you open like a pinata cuz you full of shit |
| Manana nigga I’ma do you non-believers bad |
| With heavy artillery like Sigourney Weaver had |
| Cuz you an alien or foreigner up in the town |
| Either you or I, do or die about to shut you down |
| Bout to hunt you down like elk in the woods |
| In the hood nothin' else expected |
| Accept it, it’s what I protected |
| No excuse, nothin' else respected |
| Known to shoot whenever we tested |
| Shit is about to get hectic, Chaos! |
| You gone need the sounds to bring you back from where you rested |
| May God Bless it |
| I’m agnostic so keep that! |
| Pure toxic up in your eyes, nigga peep that |
| We know where you sleep at |
| As we speak my peeps is mashin' |
| And we know that you weak ass bunglin' bitches is who we snatchin' |
| She catchin' hollow rounds |
| Shots to the head make a hollow sound |
| Got away with murder, PARANOID! |
| I push this bottle down |
| One sip put the bottle down |
| And blaze a blunt this one’s for you |
| Now you rest in peace, no hard feelings bitch I swear it’s true |
| If it’s necessary Black Market do what’s called for |
| And best believe when it’s time for war we all go |
| And we all know nothin' comes before this chessboard |
| Two knights and kings fightin' screens, yes Lord |
| I’m spittin' venom like a moccassin |
| Grab a Glock, CHAMBER, droppin' men |
| DANGER, in my RANGER, and I got to win |
| DELUSION, no ain’t no killin' X-Raided cuz I refuse to |
| Bet all them fools’ll know, funk if they want it they got it |
| All my proponents is riders committin' murders sporadic |
| We quick to get up inside ya blow out your thigh boy |
| Psychotic shootin' while yellin' «You got to die Boy!» |
| Never should’ve crossed me, flossy glossy like fresh made varnish |
| With a reputation too solid to be penetrated and tarnished |
| Harness rage, it’s strong, let it loose and you flagrant |
| Produce a strap from my draws, introducin' slugs to the vagrants |
| Statements was made so foul, niggas is funny style |
| Tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile |
| But all the while, you thinkin' muthafuck X-Raided |
| But in your heart, you never really felt you could fade it |
| Debate it, what I represent nigga, this G.B.C |
| Northern Cali freeway from the Sac-Town back down to the M.S.G.'s |
| So hit the freeway, no lee-way cuz this ain’t your zip code |
| You keep your lip closed |
| Or you get those lips swole |
| We got your shit exposed, stay the fuck away from us |
| We’ll light you up and disappear like we vaporous |
| My cavaliers, wearin' battle gear, run up in your fort |
| Put bullet holes in your shorts |
| Left you dead on your porch |
| Then we torched your spot, my cohorts got counts calculated |
| Shout out you hate it |
| That’s what you get for doubtin' X-Raided |
| Deport your corpse in where the cops’ll never bother to look |
| Rigormortis decompose you, served ya, bored, and now it’s over |