Crossed Arms

Wanted serious?

 

Lemme show you somethin' from "the heart"..

 

This how I live right here.

 

 

Outsider Rap, bitch, out side of rap bitch/

You as much a pussy as what you say that you pound wit'/

I ain't spit bout nothin' that I ain't touch the ground wit/

You an out side of rap bitch, this is Outsider Rap, bitch!/ X2

 

RunCrude//

 

Guns and dogs.. copter's goin' a hundred strong/

Bun the bomb, toke it, upon the chokin', ya lungs are raw/

Why you talkin' showbiz when Papa's dope is just London's fraud?/

I ain't gonna show this but squad is hopeless as fun in loss/

I ain't seen a fucker without a motive since I evolved/

Cry and crawl, we all the kind to focus on Tylenol/

Not a day in this grave with-out killin' or facing death/

Crossin' Arms to be saved is just filling the wasted breath/

Hatred sent, to all fuckers that hate regret/

This is the suffering cuffing young to the face of Men/

We are the wolves that are gnawing hooves in the sacred den/

We are the fools that are calling troops to a place in Zen/

I ain't rap about almost dyin' like every-day/

Noting sirens or when I'm promoting tyrants in every-way/

Soulful vibrance better than loading violence with every-say/

(brief silence) I stop at nothin' but hold a silence at every-stay/

What you fuckers know about respect and reserve?/

Bitches get upset cos they reject the respect they deserve/

Anybody fuck with my boys get "left" in the Earth/

Take you "right" from your grave just so I'm defendin' my word/

We test pain by equal beats and cigarettes/

Burnin' up arms, bleeding feet and a pin in necks/

You got a blade or burner and we jus' fuckin' laugh/

Daring you to shoot like we got nothin' on a hunned stacks/

We ain't rob or steal but we take you to a gunner camp/

Linen masks, showin' you scars all up our chin n back/ (hahahaha..)

You ain't walk in with us unless you proven you real n' ready/

Braggin' bout "cuttin' niggas", let me show you a real machete/

Fuck where you from, who you know and who you feel is deadly/

I'll show em' a world they ain't know existed, reveal The Teddy/

You wanted real, well this is real, fucker you know that/

Come find me in my area on that crazy shit on my own track/

I ain't need a crowd to laugh at your .ACP or it's chrome mag/

Shoot myself in the leg with it then shoot you in the head with it/

I'm not acting or talkin' shit, bitch, this is the whole pack/

I've proven what I've said, did it, proven what I said with it/

This ain't a gang, this ain't a squad, this ain't a mob/

This ain't the Crips, this ain't the Bloods, and I ain't a thug/

I'm not a hitter for any crew, don't make me shine/

This is just the way we fuckin' live, ain't afraid to die/

 

Outsider Rap, bitch, out side of rap bitch/

You as much a pussy as what you say that you pound wit'/

I ain't spit bout nothin' that I ain't touch the ground wit/

You an out side of rap bitch, this is Outsider Rap, bitch!/

 

YoungSlaughter//

 

Yeah uh life's a bitch nothing to fool with

like a girl that has nine husbands and no way

out of the madhouse always hearing the bullshit

that comes with wearing that skimpy wimpy skirt

gimme that Miami pussy Missy aint giving no

mercy to you woo wee got a ass so big and a pussy

so tight i gotta get you home tonight don't bite

the dick stick to sucking I'm wreaking the pussy called life

I just got knifed in the back for fucking Missy

but the pussy was to juicy to pass up to lame to make the cut

with the pricks cause they said i need to spew a better

game before more blood and gore transformed the streets to red

all because I have to many flaws and loss to make it through life

to even make it to the afterlife I don't even have to copyright

this shit cause no one even wants to listen to this shit

I spit the truth about life even Obie Trice has to listen twice

to even understand to my words Slaughter will take your Daughter

and fuck her till the pussy's bloody then make it muddy

people think I'm nutty the rap Committee evens doubts me

 

Slaughter out

 

Outsider Rap, bitch, out side of rap bitch/

You as much a pussy as what you say that you pound wit'/

I ain't spit bout nothin' that I ain't touch the ground wit/

You an out side of rap bitch, this is Outsider Rap, bitch!/

 

Just kiddin'.. we love you