.44 Magnum lyrics

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild]
I'm infatuated with the fast lane life
My forehead lacerated like they just framed Christ
Your b*tch captivated when I'm activated
Nine planets under my palm, y'all n*ggas have to hate it
I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest
Deadweight n*ggas get your f*cking souls assassinated
The most maniac depressive snatching your necklace
Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record
Your team is gay, how you manage to rep it?
I'm the slum chemistry, you faggots get disconnected
Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate
Hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit

[Verse 2: Des Devious]
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul
Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll
Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould
Yeah, see n*ggas slug it out for absolutely nothing
Like rumours on who they baby momma's sucking and f*cking (me)
Debating on who running the block them n*ggas be hugging
Plus it's crunch time, guess who doing the buzzing (me)
That's why this n*gga bringing up my name in lame discussion
Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching
Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track
Cut no slack, just react so bring it back n*gga
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos
With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos
Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out
With my bare hands, there's blood on my grand poncho
I don't give a flying f*ck though, we all nutso
Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco
If I was you I'd pray, bucko
You could be the first motherf*cker that I cut and the vein cut slow
Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian
And Vinnie P blast with heat like I'm Vesuvian
If y'all wanna overstand death then y'all should screw with him
Hooligans who beef when it ain't got nothing to do with them

[Verse 4: Demoz]
Where I'm from, n*ggas wouldn't dare to take the same route
I ain't gotta say no names to get my name out
It's f*cked up what the game about but
Voices ain't been the same since T-Pain came out
If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot
But nowadays n*ggas is pus*y, they do the shooting when they get shot
Get your b*tch shot, chin shot
Spit a shell, not a rap to make your motherf*cking hip pop
I don't get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop
Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt
It's either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk
Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell
Miserable as hell cause a n*gga wouldn't tell
School of hard knocks, n*gga wouldn't fail
Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell