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Crucifix 6
- (Verse 1)
- The last thought before you choke, The last word you speak 'fore I slit your throat,
- The last thread you swallow before you croak, On your deathbed as I wear this cloak.
- I walk around town like I own the block, pull out my glock as you talk this talk,
- Like you're the man, but you're really not.
- I go into the Vatican with my crucifix,
- The Pope lookin' at me like he has ticks,
- Twitchin' and bitchin' like the bitch that he is.
- His life flashin behind the whites of his eyes,
- The lights going out in the blink of an eye
- As I roll these dice to decide how he dies,
- The media cries as they look in his eyes,
- To see how he died in the city of lies.
- I look in the skies as I realize, this world ain't nothin but fake lives
- I find it nice that everything is in disguise,
- And I refuse to camoflauge with other guys.
- Lucid here, just tryin to say cheers, to the ones that made it, cause we finally here,
- All the shit from this past year, I wouldn't be surpised if they all sheddin tears.
- You'd be rich in 2010 if you bought shares, kick back and pull up a chair
- For what you're about to hear, will be everywhere.
- (Verse 2)
- Is it my fault, the one that killed the pope,
- Is it your fault, to raise me, despite my hope,
- Is it his fault, the reason why I have this rope,
- Is it her fault, the reason why I’m doin this dope,
- The reason why I feel like I’m about to choke,
- Cause I can not cope, no air in my throat,
- But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat.
- So broke I'm about to choke as I grope your bitch in the throat,
- It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke,
- They look at me as I snort the coke, they can't handle the shit I toke,
- You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that I wrote.
- We converse, the critical, imperial, impractial jokers,
- Midnight tokers, in a world full of smokers,
- Till we go bonkers, in a world full of yonkers, shoot down choppers.
- In my dreams the monsters are just fathers leavin their daughters,
- Though horoscopes couldn't scope my horrors, as they turn into whores,
- With Hi Tek on the score, once more, of course.
- They say the money talks and bullshit walks, but your bitch talks,
- As if she runs the town, yet all she is, a fucking clown,
- You got that money that break –uh break breakdown.
- I take my knife, and run it down, your throat till you choke,
- I slit your throat, as I contemplate, the horror face that you make.
- Early adapters agree they all late, for their date with my blade,
- Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade.
- And all they say, is I won't make it, I won't be great,
- I'll prove em wrong son, make em regret their sad songs.
- Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross, in my roycer,
- Organized crime, I kill your boss, turn him to rice ah.
- I make it late to my date, to keep her waitin like I'm baitin,
- Kill this bitfch, leave her in a ditch, cause she a little fuckin snitch.
- But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch,
- The best sport of all, killin the lights in some bitches eyes.
- Some say I hope you die, but I can not lie, I'm in my ride,
- Lookin for some high to cure my needs of wanting to die,
- I look up to the sky, or maybe in the hole,
- Wanting to go home, take over Lucifer's throne, make it my own,
- As I make your girl moan, I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome.
- (Verse 3)
- It's your fuckin boy Chronic here,
- Writin raps like William Shakespeare,
- Smokin weed to make this reality disappear.
- Shoot me once and I'll kill you twice,
- Fuck my bitch and I'll slay your wife.
- Matter fact I dreamed that twice,
- Hypnotized the masses behind Versace glasses,
- Takin dabs, nothin but hashes,
- Shit I even smoke your grandmother's ashes,
- Later I smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes.
- My hat is always the color of cactus,
- Smokin sackses by the ounces.
- My garage full of cars that bounces,
- See your girl and I'm ready to pounce.
- All this shit and it's a damn fantasy,
- Smokin blunts, killin cunts, it's a damn salary.
- Lucid here, about to turn your ears,
- Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years.
- Smokin hash, no cough, no tears,
- Sippin lean, shit I be pounding beers.
- But this ain't physics or rocket science,
- Just a white kid makin raps,
- Building a fuckin alliance,
- When I drive all I hear is sirens.
- Only silence from my victims,
- Destroying nothing but kingdoms,
- To add to the list of Beverly Hills victims.
- Shit so deep make your bitch have an aneurysm,
- This meeting just begun, fuck I'm Satan's son.
- Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open,
- My shit's more addictive than heroine.
- Top ranked, number one my son.
- Don't give a fuck, only fuck bitches,
- Kill all the little fuckin snitches,
- Never disrespect or I'll leave you in stitches.
- I'll be rich if I get another diss,
- Nothin but teens bein relentless.
- My rhymes so good you'd think my name's Chris,
- Know I’m reppin’ this, shoot and I don’t ever miss.
- Take a toke, nothin but smoke, I make your bitch choke,
- It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke.
- Today an anniversary, been sellin trees lowkey,
- For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is still a senior,
- Got a big dick, don't call me a weiner.
- To burn my kingdom, you must use fire,
- This raps so good it got me all tired.
- Better watch your back before I use my tire iron,
- But with these words, I'm as free as an intern.
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