Crew's Black Cadillac

Hey, better watch yo back, a couple of gorillas are about to trap your ass

like a rat who's found the stash with the same curiosity that killed the cat

Every night we take long walks on the train tracks, hoping to find the bright light

to put it in the back of the crew's black Cadillac next to your bloody ass crack

 

Munchin' on toads, no eyes on the road, we go by the feelin' 180 swerving

you're about to get ghosted in a phantom, pulp fiction minute after minute

12 gauge action, leading lead in your head till you fucking look dead on set

we don't give a shit man, we'll make you shit your pants, better duck your head

 

guns and hoes it's all fun until you start poking holes through their car windows

white powder under the nose, is it coke or snow? no one knows till we want more

with eyes more darkened than Sauron, we look eviler than the orcs in Mordor

toxins and blows to make everything slow motion and see our next enemy coming

like wild animals, we're hunting.