1. |
#ISTILLHATEEVERYONE
03:32
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[Intro]
All I hear right now is a dumb-ass from a dumb-ass motherfuckers
"Mr. Krane ain't about this, Mr. Krane ain't about that
Mr. Krane is a dick-rider who bites all this motherfucking hip hop shit..."
SHUT THE FUCK UP! All of you, motherfuckers!
Just stop talking that goddamn dumb shit, you fucking morons!
Now back to the mixtape
Let's murder it
[Verse]
I love the sound of the cracking skulls
It's like I walk on water, fuck your God
Fuck the dumb shit, in guns I trust
Get ready for verbal genocide
These niggas hated, these niggas lied
I murder fake niggas all the time
Six fucking years with pen and dime
Somebody wake me up inside!
I always been a fucking biter
I always acted a fucking fool
I used to let some niggas think
That they can fuck with me and it can be cool
My fucking hatred grew up with my cojones
Latino niggas standing up
In my defense, white Malcolm Triple X
I'm coming motherfucking back!
Y'all niggas now know 'bout me
Where you been when I started from the fucking bottom?
With no paper and a childish voice
Yeah, a kid done used to have some motherfucking problems
A fucking Nazi as a mother (oooh)
No offense to my white nigga Adolf
But now everything is fine, I guess
And that shit was not so motherfucking random
My whole career is like the history of violence
Now where the fuck these motherfuckers took Kuniva?
His fucking album is the shit, I really want to go impress him
So that he would make a statement "Bite me!"
Nah, fuck the dumb punchlines
Couldn't get a buzz for like a motherfucking light year (oh)
I need a motherfucking d'Usse to drink
'Cause it do help in making mankind divided
[Hook]
Murder is the case? Now you got me
Vibin' on the beat, catchin' bodies
Nothin' left to pay? Not a problem
Take your bitch with me, just like Gotti
Murder is the case? Now you got me
Vibin' on the beat, catchin' bodies
Turn your back on me, shots are fired
Traitors will be dead, that my promise
[Outro]
Fuck that shit, shut the fuck up and listen
"DEAD$HOT: P$YCHO & WH!TE", the mixtape
Kill these motherfuckers!
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2. |
Bitch I'm Back
03:30
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[Hook]
Bitch, I'm back, bitch, I'm back
That's what these motherfuckers saying: bitch, I'm back
Real talk is here, I don't think I should leave it
In fucking dirt of the trap and let you be my damn critics
My life is great, I don't have any babies
Because my bitch is a cannibal, nigga, I am the greatest
That mean I can't be wack, can't be wack
That's what these motherfuckers saying: bitch, I'm back
[Verse 1]
Guns come out, that mean K-RaT is back
Bring my motherfucking bitch, I need someone to smack
Fuck the rapid raps, I need you to understand
The mumble rap is coming to its end, it's fucking wack
It's not Tech N9ne debut album, it's the storm before calm
Confident motherfucker, there's the sweat on your palms
Fuck them Japanese niggas, they never seen real bombs
I keep riding on beats, this my own Vietnam
Pass me the fucking sriracha, I put that shit on your mom
She scream so loud like I'm Marshall and she's a Timberlake fan
These niggas call me a killer but I'm just student of game
All these MCs are my mentors, but I won't say any names
Except the name of a nigga you heard before couple times
His name is Mr. motherfucking Krane, he's not very nice
He's just a motherfucking rapper that is tired of the clowns
The new takeover is coming, somebody give me my crown and say it
[Hook]
Bitch, I'm back, bitch, I'm back
That's what these motherfuckers saying: bitch, I'm back
Real talk is here, I don't think I should leave it
In fucking dirt of the trap and let you be my damn critics
My life is great, I don't have any babies
Because my bitch is a cannibal, nigga, I am the greatest
That mean I can't be wack, can't be wack
That's what these motherfuckers saying: bitch, I'm back
[Verse 2]
Yo, how the fuck am I supposed to start the verse number two?
You know it can't be better, sequels always suck it, my dude
Fuck being constantly metaphysical, killing with wordplay
Kick the fuck back, relax and think about your road to the damn fame
I really don't know what to say, I think I have killed it
But what the fuck to do with this ox? I done already milked it
Light absinthe with unfiltered cigarettes, let Yelawolf hate me
Because of stealing a bar and raising it higher than Shady
Oh, fuck, another namedropping, but fuck it, pull my dick out
I got a question, motherfucker, keep your tongue in your mouth
What may unite different rappers like Tyga, me and 2Pac?
The fucking answer is simple as math: we don't give a fuck!
I'm going max, got me knocking fuckers on they back
In these cells, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
But don't ever get it twisted, it's K-RZA spitting facts
Plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it
So they steady screaming
[Hook]
Bitch, I'm back, bitch, I'm back
That's what these motherfuckers saying: bitch, I'm back
Real talk is here, I don't think I should leave it
In fucking dirt of the trap and let you be my damn critics
My life is great, I don't have any babies
Because my bitch is a cannibal, nigga, I am the greatest
That mean I can't be wack, can't be wack
That's what these motherfuckers saying: bitch, I'm back
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3. |
GO!
01:40
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[Verse 1]
"Deal!" That was the word that I said
To the God of the rap that was buying my soul
Half-black shades and the half-white descent -
That's what I got 'fore this motherfucker was gone
That was a bargain for me
'Cause he gave me a modern Beretta with fully loaded clip
I have become a lethal and little weapon
I'm shooting all day with no damn need to quit
My rap like "Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas"
It's like a good trip that is full of bad trips
You like spicy food? Try my chili pepper
Then murder yourself like Yukio, bitch
I'm not a teenager, I got no emotions
So I burn a boat and explode the bridge
Forgive me, son, I done miss your growing up
But I was just cosplaying my dad, you see?
I can fuck the rap game every day
'Cause it's always nine months
So I don't have to pay the fee
That is called child support
'Cause no one of new rappers is son of the K-R-A-N-E
I'm a grown man in the body of a youngin'
The reverse of this is the big boy Lils'
Paper medals on your neck, call you Michael Phelpses
You were beaten by a kid, how your booty feel?
[Bridge]
Shit got damn, I go HAM, I go off, the gun go BLAM!
I go in, I go hard, I go stupid, oh my God
Eminem is garbage, and I'm not a killer of the fucking beats -
See, even when I'm saying shit
Got AK wordplay that might put a pause in your life
Just like a coma, biatch!
[Verse 2]
Man, I'm still OK, self-hate in my veins
I know that one day I'ma blow out my brains
And never be same, shoutout to the greatest insane
Chuckie, I'm back in the game!
Ayo, fuck this shit, it's a ghost of the writer
Coppers kill me with chrome even though I look white
But flow of a nigger does make you a primary target
For these fucking pigs, you alright?
Don't open that fire
No racism in these words of mine
I'm affiliated in crime
I murder the fuckers with words and my punches
It look like I snorted this line
It's my time to shine
It's your time to cry
'Cause you gonna die
I got my luck like Philip J. Fry
I could've said more
But this murderous beat of El-P has been finally fried!
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4. |
Shut Up & Dance
03:30
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[Intro]
Yeah, One Verse Killa still in this motherfucker!
Before we get back to the mixtape
I'm going to show you some dope-ass rhymes from back in the days
Let's go!
[Verse 1]
Boom-bap, knock-knock, mic is on, and again
I keep complaining about my fucking life, god-a-damn
I got some problems with study, no money, no scholarship
But I still have inspiration to make some rappies to spit
I got a fucking superpower, nobody should know
I'm an assassin the lyrical, now I show you flow
I never was a kind of genius but I'm spitting venom
My ego trippin' from haters, shout out to Snoop, I'm a phenomenal
Like Eminem, he made songs for the Southpaw
He'd rather show his honkey ass in movie, blowin' dro
But what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? He's my favorite
MC of all the time in rap, I gotta finish this
[Bridge 1]
Yeah, give me some of the 'no... Shit, fuck
Something else, so that I can spit some more bars
This motherfucker... Aaah, shit
Let the beat play, motherfucker
Let the fucking beat play, motherfucker
Haha, fuck that shit
Give me something else
*Beat switch*
[Bridge 2]
Oh, yeah, motherfucker, this my jam, this my shit!
This is One Verse Killa!
We ain't going nowhere, you fucking morons
Yeah!
[Verse 2]
I got a quarrel with my mom, this pussy want me to study
But I just skip uni and rap, I call my pistol my buddy
No fucking license, that's the shit I don't like and don't need
I'm not a fucking Negretto but pussy, money & weed
Is all the shit that I like, defend my gate like Navarro
This world is fulfilled with fags, my bitches call me Alvaro
My favorite number is 7, then 10 to 10, 35,
The sucker punch from the fan of the soccer, dead gonna bite
I'm gonna conquer this fucking world, need a place for a start-up
Kick a starter the pack in the Surf the Subway, I run up
From P-I-G-s, they call me loyal fan of B.I.G.
And S.O.D.M. the G., fuck that, I'm not an O.G.
So what the fuck is wrong with me if I adore L.A.?
They always got some shit to say "The angels lock the gates
The only people opening them up are open gays"
Fuck that, I'm taking over in Detroit, that my open-air, nigga
[Outro]
Yeah, I killed that shit again
Alright, fuck it, let the beat play
Kill 'em! Kill 'em!
"DEAD$HOT: P$YCHO & WH!TE"
The mixtape in this bitch
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5. |
Hijack
03:00
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[Verse]
Yo, first thing's first I wanna make a statement:
Fuck the stealing beats
Let originators live and give
Straight fire to the streets
You a rapper? Work on lyrics
'Cause your lyrics fucking suck
Nonsense dummy mumbling shit
Although the beat is fucking hot
So what? Back in the days words mattered
And lyrically deep shit became the classics
And every motherfucker with the solid rapping
Became a motherfucker with respect, go blast it
Yeah, nigga, I passed it
Fuck the saying shit to wack shit
No slave, be the master
This not the scene for dummies
Write it down and then plaster
All this shit to your forehead
And remember it for life
Motherfucker, it's blasphe-
My for folks who try to make it
Out of ghetto and survive
I don't think they rap for food
They do this crap to stay alive
All this fucking generation
Of the kids raised by T.I.
Jeezy, Gucci, Flocka Flame, Rozay
They made up all they minds
These niggas, all they do is hustle, uh
Something out of nothing, uh
Motherfuckers making money
Who am I to pass them by?
Niggas keep on flexin'
While they fucking baby mamas cry
Who am I to judge these niggas?
Only they are to decide
How to spend their lives:
Respect on streets and death at 21
Or staying true to self
Remember, only the badass survive
Just like I done tell you in the W the A the R
Don't fucking say I didn't warn you
When the pigs will find you, guys
I'm talking swine flu
This pig went to town to get rich
But nothing gonna save him
When I bash his head with icepeak
I speak for the motherfuckers from the Zone 6
Philly or Atlanta shit
Feel it just like Milly Meek
Yeah, this a pun I chose
Gunshots in the dark, both eyes closed
Use these words for rapping like a cornerstone
You can see me giving your bitch a deep-ass throat
Fuck a roast beef
All I need right now is fucking fried beat
Ball so hard, got so many balls
You might think I lost speed
Limits for the losing motherfuckers
Don't belong to this
Species that is totally in danger now, I spit
For each and every kid who ever has been hit
In school, I swear I kill every bully
And make their butts lit
This shit makes me say
"Don't fuck with me and live"
I leave this game soon as
Kevin Spacey is pleaded guilty, bitch
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6. |
Made You Look
03:14
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[Intro]
It's time to bring the classic rap shit back, muh'fucka
Yo
[Verse 1]
Journey through the dark side, get the fuck up!
Made you look, kill your darlings in cold blood
Let the beat play, know who am I, punk?
Gritty voice, friend or foe, say the name, cunt!
This a young Krane, mad and reckless
I beat the shit out your piñata, choke my Nikes with necklace
You missed the hardcore shit? I was yet to come
'Cause I didn't have the license to my fucking guns, uh
Infinite amount of rounds in this mighty pen
Skipped a year, needed time to fucking comprehend
I'm not a scream king, fuck it, I just move in silence
Get my dick sucked and calm myself with the violence
Who the fuck run it? Triple 6 God
I'm so indie I don't need your help with whipsaw
I want to slit your wrists, I want to cut my face
So that I have a chance to duplicate the Scarface
I don't flush my kids in toilet in despair
Beat the shit out your loved ones, let 'em bleed there
Ultraviolent saga, Alex, high-five
Not the triple X bullshit, this is my life
[Hook: Nas (x2)]
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
[Verse 2]
Work hard, play hard, this a fucking motto
Hustle hard everyday saying fuck to problems
No rest for the wicked, if my time is money
Then I have to break your back in second to fill up my tummy
I gotta eat, motherfucker, that's why I'm ready for
Whatever it takes to get this cash, even start a war
Fuck the civilian bitches, they ain't shit for me
I'm like new Adolf Mengele, I have to cut that foreign
I'm not a fan of writing and I'm scared of ghosts
Guess how anxious I become when I mix these words?
The walls are closing in, paranoia never sleeps
I bash my head with the radio and become a creep
There goes another pill, fuck responsibility
I don't get respect on streets, that is fucking killing me
Ain't got no hood mentor but all the fucking bets on me
Mastermind at its finest, feel this fucking heat!
[Hook: Nas (x2)]
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at?
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7. |
Lights Out
03:32
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[Verse 1]
I miss the days when music critics weren't incredibly dumb
When after seeing Grammy winners I didn't need to get drunk
When all you had to do was music made not only for charts
When industry was not so fucked, and now we see only scum
Selling their asses for fags to grab this damn number one
600.000 a week, but what the fuck on your mind?
You grab the Grammy for rapping but I don't see decent rhymes
Where did the old Kendrick go? What the fuck happened, Lamar?
Mad city changed you, Kung Fu Kenny worth a penny, but I
Won't give you this, I wish I had the chance to go back in time
And fuck me up just for a thought about, uh, buying your crap
The masks are falling down, Messiah, now I'm freezing your butt
Not rich, not kid, I'm not so good at spitting raps about life
But I will not have a record with motherfucker like that
I thought you are above this shit, but better try not to breathe
Congratulations, with "New Freezer" you destroyed your career
[Bridge 1]
Cross Trafalgar Square, Kenny over here, fuck him up in there
[Verse 2]
Yo, say fuck the chorus, fuck the trends, then say goodbye to the charts
Instead of doing shit I choose to be incredibly smart
Prefer to be a bitter pill and not to have a sweet heart
I start to motherfucking push instead of pushing to start
Who do we have right now, fuckers? Rappers that do not rap
These motherfucking kids worth nothing, rockstars full of damn crack
Just like the sound of their necks when I take a step on their plaques
They were so hard to earn in 90's, cut that fucking shit back!
You start forgetting legends, kids, and now here comes the payback
I'm the ambassador of conscious rap, it's only a fact
My reasoned thinking doesn't let me call you bitches and fags
Without the fucking reason, but I got a bag full of that
You fucking jerks cannot remember 1995
The year of death of gangsta rap, "Poverty's Paradise" -
The one and only album of 90s deserving Gram-
Mys just for being a rap record, click and clack
[Bridge 2]
Sleep on this and stare, looking up on here, I'll be down there
[Verse 3]
Three verses in the row, my mind is working really quicker
Than Uzi Vert recording songs, but fuck him, let him eat shit
Fuck being humble, I'm so tired, I'm so fucking sleepless
Insomnia is killing me just like your damn playlist, bitch
I'm fucking tired of my crew with family feuds and problems
My love galore is full of whores that fuck the mumble rappers
They don't know shit 'bout loyalty but love the backs of bouncers
This not the story of OJ but I'm that yellow bastard
The flower boys with Layla's wisdom act so fucking sassy
They shit on faces of the blacks, it's only for the culture
The gods make world go round by spinning up forth and backwards
I guess you didn't understand the words but most of rappers
That feel my flow and understand why I'm so damn insane
Tell fuckers that I'm yet to come to bring me back this game
Say fuck to similarity and calm down my migraine
And try cosplaying Drake's recording, nothing was the same
[Bridge 3]
I'm offensive, yeah, if you fucking care, I'll be over there
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8. |
Versace
02:16
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[Intro]
I don't give a fuck about the quality of this beat
I just want to spit some bars
One Verse Killa still in!
[Verse]
Versace, Versace, medusa head on
Like I'm Illuminati (aye)
Fuck you expecting from me?
Motherfucker, I need your Bugatti (aye)
I'm running out of my time
Need to hurry my bitch and my buddy (aye)
We need to rip up the muh'fuckin' stage
In some brand new Versace (aye)
I don't know what the fuck happened to rap
Everyone is so grimy (aye, aye)
Niggas just want controversy
They diss me for lyrics I'm writing (aye)
I think it's because every kid
That can rhyme in the rhythm gon' hype it (aye)
But please don't wake up killer sleeping in me
He will tear you, I promise (aye)
Versace, Versace, I was underground
And lived in bando houses
Now I do chase the paper all day
Like my nigga Dan Houser (aye)
This is my own GTA:
Gangster, tricky and muh'fuckin' asshole (aye)
I'm tryna get Laura Vandervoort baby
And no one can stop me (aye)
Boy, fuck all the Grammys and charts
I don't need this shit, I want the money (aye)
10k every day, and now
I can afford me to buy new Versace (aye)
My watch cost a car, and my car
Cost a muh'fuckin' house in the Holly (aye)
But I live in the basement
Just because I'm tired of this paparazzi (aye)
Sorry for accent, it's only because
I'm from Russia, I'm proud of it (aye, aye)
Been hating on my own country
Let's go fucking blame me about it (yeah, yeah)
Used to be a real fucker
I will drop no responsibility (aye)
I'm raising my town and I'll raise
My damn country to real prosperity (fuck that shit)
Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace (aye)
The verse almost over
Now I can see your momma shaking her body (aye)
Rippin' the beats every time
That I get to the mic, I'm on top of it (aye)
Now I go steal a fan from your base
And you gon' lose your audience (ooh)
[Outro]
Oh, shit
I killed it
I guess, haha
Fuck that shit, let's go
One Verse Killa in this motherfucker
Yeeeee-ARGH!
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9. |
Plain Jane
02:50
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[Intro]
*burps*
Sorry
Trust me
I'm a killer
[Hook]
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Krane is the name, and Ferg just got my chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
[Verse 1]
I remember that day: I'm on stage with the Bombay
Bomb bass, children furious, they love my wordplay
Nickname, everybody scream my fucking rap name
D. Krane, when I get insane I grab a X-Ray
Vision from the Misfits bae, lady named J
It's her fucking birthday to-day, holy fuck, mane
She so fucking great, not pale and, uh, not plain
All my homies stay in front of gates and screaming "Hoo-ray!"
DJ, what the fuck to say? I'm tired of cliches
Mayday for the rhymaholic with a ashtray
Hey, Dre, 'member what the fuck I said in K12?
Nothing fucking changed, I'm late, so let me spray gays
[Hook]
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Krane is the name, and Ferg just got my chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane, huh
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Krane is the name, and Ferg just got my chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Jane, Jane, ayy, ayy
[Bridge]
Suck my fucking dick or something (dick or something, dick or something)
Suck my fucking dick or something (dick or something, dick or something)
Suck my fucking dick or something
Yeah, suck my fucking dick or something
[Verse 2]
I'm fucking sick and tired of spitting bars without the venom
My verbal pistol on, I let you, bitches, say your prayers
These motherfucking haters talking shit about the greatest
Piss me off 24/7, fuck these bitches, I done lay them
In the concrete, fucking bitches think "Revival" can be hated
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with it? I know it can't be faded
Rhymes are perfect, flow is flawless, now you act like fucking ladies
'Cause I guess I'm at your motherfucking throat like chloraseptic
You want people love the greatest lyricists, but then what happens?
You pan the deepest album not because the style of rapping
It sound a bit old-fashioned, but it doesn't fucking matter
'Cause the only thing that mean shit is the raps of Mr. Mathers
Fucking critics call the lyrically perfect albums average
And give the better points to fucking garbage made by suckers
Well, fuck you, homos, you prefer to stay in fucking Matrix
But you suck a fucking dick, this joint is greater than "Illmatic"!
[Hook]
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Krane is the name, and Ferg just got my chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane, huh
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Krane is the name, and Ferg just got my chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Jane, Jane, ayy, ayy
[Bridge]
Suck my fucking dick or something (dick or something, dick or something)
Suck my fucking dick or something (dick or something, dick or something)
Suck my fucking dick or something
Yeah, suck my fucking dick or something
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10. |
Hollywood Niggaz
03:32
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[Intro]
Yeeeeeah
Let's bring it back to more conscious shit
Yeah, let's get it
I never put the N-word in the title (oh)
I never put the N-word in the title (before this)
[Verse 1]
Yugh, his the hype definition, niggas
Everybody wanna come from rags to the riches
Everybody want the cash and some classy bitches
Turn out to be half-pussies and some less than half-bitches
Yeah, back in the days to be so fucking trendy
You didn't need a fat kitty and a flat belly
You only needed pretty smile and a mad brainie
And you attracted guys way better than this bitch Bhabie
Why people love the deviants, not the dope ladies?
She don't know who the fuck is Wells but her ass crazy
She don't know who the fuck am I but she sucks better
Than Dortmund crew with Peter Bos, what was I saying?
Wait...
[Hook]
I'm truly worried 'bout the shit
I see in front, of, my eyes
Can't stand the bitches
That brainwash the realest guys
Oh, fuck, aye-aye
Dumb shit is all the shit they say
Try to manipulate me saying this
Desert Eagle's going to fucking pop
Now you gon' hear me say this
Get off the dumb kids, bitch
Suck my dick, aye
[Bridge]
You thought it was done, nigga?
You thought this shit gon' stop me?
Fuck all that shit, let's go!
[Verse 2]
I hope my homies never end up in the shit like this
Instead of using their brains they only think with dicks
You should be worried every time you see a bitch that's lit
She may be only 10 but have some fucking baby kids
These fucking hookers want your money and a leopard mink
So they can make you fuck them during the AA mee-ting
You must be reckless to accept it, first of all you think
If there is a possibility to leave this shit
'Cause if she drunk and underaged then everything is great
'Cause if you drink with her and put the molly in champagne
And fuck this bitch right in her pussy pigs will get you laid
It will be obvious that you a rapist, check-the-mate
You will not be a virgin anymore, ejaculate
Into the butt of your homie in cell 'cause wifey's late
And by the way she's filing for divorce, so celebrate
'Cause after leaving jail you'll be the freest of the men
Try understanding this, young kid, I only wish you luck
I just don't want you get in trouble 'cause of having fun
So go and find a decent girl that you do want to fuck
The hookers gonna make you fucking sick in your stomach
So find a lady, not the bitch, complete the magic trick
She must not want to disappear after she sees your dick
That's all I need to say about the maddest of the things
Now I'm the greatest motherfucker, and my shit don't stink
[Hook]
I'm truly worried 'bout the shit
I see in front, of, my eyes
Can't stand the bitches
That brainwash the realest guys
Oh, fuck, aye-aye
Dumb shit is all the shit they say
Try to manipulate me saying this
Desert Eagle's going to fucking pop
Now you gon' hear me say this
Get off the dumb kids, bitch
Suck my dick, aye
[Outro]
Thank you for coming here!
Hope you enjoyed the show!
"DEAD$HOT: P$YCHO & WH!TE"
The first album, "Caught In the Reign" - next year, motherfucker!
Dope nigga
Do-do-dope nigga, hahahaha
This a motherfucking bomb, motherfuckers!
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Mr. Krane Segezha, Russia
– 24 years old
– 8 years in music (2012-2020)
– 1 studio album
– 1 free album
– 20 extended
plays
– 7 mixtapes
– 3 instrumental albums
– 3 compilations
– a lot of singles
"I'm just a white scumbag from Russia who is good at rapping about everything. Hate me or love me, I don't give a shit!"
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