[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!

[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

[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!

[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

[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

[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?

[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

[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!

[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

[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!