BeastrealityKXNG Crooked

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
I drop an atomic bomb the size of a comet
I'm the phenomenon, I'm not an Islamic named Mohammed but I'm
A terrorist, there he is, the Dalai Lama
Because I lift Llama's like dollys that's on my mommy's mama
The Loch Ness Monster with an awkward posture
A mobster but not the kind of mobster that eat lots of pasta
I'm darker, the kind of mobster that these coppers wanna shoot
'Cause I'm blacker than Cleopatra with choppers on the roof
Notorious warriors, we warning you, to war with us
Is for what? Before the war is up you'll wanna worship us
I bury any serpent lurking under earth's crust
And watching you squirt blood felt better than my first nut
Prometheus, Demetrius's theseis
Kill an innocent cop, policing the police in this bitch
I'm a serial killer, cereal killer
With a gun I'm sonning my pops and I'm stealing ?

[Hook: ]
Everybody throw up your hands, it's a hold up
You hearing (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the sound of the beast, KXNG Crooked beast
Horseshoe G.A.N.G. beast, Brains is a beast
?, it's about to go nuts, you hear it? (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the call of the beast, they want us to eat
These awful emcee's and then you'll hear it (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

[Verse 2: Dice]
Niggas know I'm the sickest, niggas know I'm the illest
Niggas know I'm in the Guinness book
For being the biggest crook and being a menace
Niggas know I'm a goblin
Do the math and add it up, niggas know I'm a problem
I'm kicking you niggas out, go find a new place to stay
I know where y'all should stay, stay the fuck out a nigga's way
The fuck out a, the fuck out a, the fuck out a nigga's face
Where my new bitch is riding, the fuck out a nigga's face
Wait a minute, wait a minute, bitch, nigga you ought to behave
Riding a wave of my flow that water your grave
I brought a gauge that'll make sure that your daughter don't age
I still got that last fuck that you thought that I gave
It's Young Dice up in this bitch
I'm fucking your main bitch, it's Young Dice up in your bitch
Snipe a nigga quick, give you four rounds like the playoffs
And when you're facing Adolf, your fucking face get ate off

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[Verse 3: Brains Mcloud]
I'm a, half animal with the mechanical dick in
Hannah Montana's vaginal lips a cannibal that make cannibals sick
I'm just kidding, drunk women come willing
I'm like a nun chilling, I don't give a fuck really
I'm swinging at wannabes if you dishonor me killing you zombies, as sick as I wanna be
Winning it from the beginning and honestly there is a monster inside of me
Obviously twisted and always be thinking like Socrates, if you tripping you hitting the shit list quick quick
I'll be kicking your balls, kick kick like Bruce Lee helping the soccer team
And women all follow me, 'cause I got it with the psychology
Everybody try to be the big dick I'm surrounded by pussy like it's gynecology
So dig in your pockets and pick up this rocket if you think the poppa is weak
You dissin' and 'bout to achieve the phenomenal speech of Mohammed Ali
You feedin' a piranha some meat
I'm like Nirvana with a rocker beat
Got your momma to choke me and brains all over your mamma's sheets
You primadonna's [?] beef but father don't preach
I'm spittin' it flawless like like Christopher Wallace The spirit of Pac and Big Poppa's in me
I'm shittin' you've got to be kidding me
You with the lyrical lottery listen
It's probably illiterate strange killer with rage
Hit 'em like givin' lobotomies
I spit in in bodies Mister Miyagi teachin' karate it's sweet
Whores that they feed a course, I'm like a horse this [?] is part of a feast

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[Verse 4: KXNG Crooked]
Niggas asking "is we hard?"
That's the type of shit I disregard
Crooked got an automatic rifle longer than the wingspan of
Yao Ming that'll knock the Polo logo off your shirt from over fifty yards
If you ain't with the shit then be quiet
Sensitive hair triggers will bless you soon as you sneeze by it
You going out like a cheap lighter, fuck a snub, keep the arms
Long as Dhalsim on Street Fighter, my east sider (word)
C.O.B. is the religion, I ain't dealing with none of you
Spiritual tricks unless G.O.D. is the magician
P O P, hold it down, you can say you wear a crown
But that's equivalent to thinking D.O.C. is a physician
(Listen) real kings do real things
For your bumbaclart cheddar I toast you quicker than grilled cheese
I roll solo even though I grew up with real G's
My Smith on me, that's my big homie, like Lil' Cease

[Hook]