Back II The Future lyrics

[Intro: Kid Vishis]
Yeah, so as you know this is The Purge
So i decided to reach out to the West Coast
To a professional firing squad
Called the Horseshoe G.A.N.G
As a matter of fact, I think they just arrived

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
The moment I speak, the battle's won
If n*ggas want me to get at em', done
You know I'm Abel, I be Adam son
Tell me who is next to challenge
I disrespect the faggot, rob you for your credit card
Push you down, check your balance
Now if I push a brother I guess it's malice
I'm an ape, looking for somethin' to swing on, i'm Caesar
Where's my palace?
I tell a b*tch that she fly as Scarlett Johansson
I'm parking this car at your ass
And try and to get your bra out unfastened
b*tch I am hardly romantic
I'm a n*gga with a hard di*k and that's it
I'm heartless, far from these artists
You can call me Charlie or Manson
The sh*t I wrote in my notepad's, soked in, dope man
I be killin' myself
Feelin' myself, like I'm choking my throat with my own hand
Me not go for the dough man no can-do
n*ggas get blown away over that cake no candle
I'm fly as [?]
You n*ggas finna be over
I trade features with Vishis we Nicholas and Travolta
[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
While you out I be playing with your baby like coochie coo
In the crib with your baby if her coochie's cool
Tryna taste that juicy fruit, skip the whoop dee whoop
Right after I screw I'm through I got a shoot to do
Stuck my head in her ass, head-butt
Nutted on her chestnut chest called it chestnut
Should I go on?
Instead I'll go off like ending credits goin' up i'm bout' to show off
I can beat a n*gga's ass with my hands tied
Tell b*tch-n*ggas like anal sex go n' hide
I won't stand for foolishness, wave your hands by
Cause I stand by this pistol that's on stand-by
My mind's not from this land, deadly as landmines
Not the kind of man to be kind to mankind
Knock you across the room if we let them hands fly
Make you slide across the land, it'll be a landslide

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
What do you get when you mix a n*gga like Crooked and Royce in a blender?
You get Vishis and Horseshoe n*ggas itchin' to torch you n*ggas
This is the portrait of war, I'm a horseman mixed with a swordsman n*gga
My vocab is enormous, tyranno-thesaurus n*gga
The Horseshoes is fly like we the feet of Pegasus
Yes we finna be the death of them
MC's just leave it to me like leaving inheritance to relatives
He finna leak intelligence
I don't mean information I mean his brain's commin' out his melon b*tch
What can you tell a psycho with 'kinesis
With my mind i'mma thimble in sniper rifle pieces
To snipe you from right behind the bleaches
That homicide was needed
A righteous kill my righteousness might just rival Jesus
The black mafia
In fact the rap Yakuza
I was molded from Play Doh
I'm a rap philosopher
I'm treating your b*tch like a drop top now
Drivin' a stick in her c*ck-pit with her top dropped down
[Verse 4: Andrew "Dice" Deniro]
I got a Terminator skeleton
With all this tissue and melanin
Got the heart of Bishop mixed with artificial intelligence
Now all that sh*t you was tellin' us
Just caught up with ya cause hell a just
Finna swallow all of you n*ggas I'm telling you all of this sh*t is irrelevant
You brought a water pistol to a slaughter
But I brought a starter pistol
Cause when I start gunnin', n*ggas start runnin'
I carve initials in your tissue for the hell of it
This is Sparta I ought to kick you while I'm yelling it
Dice is psychotic IQ is high as hydraulics
Or flight pilots finna light chronic IQ is liable to sky rocket
I'm finna hold the mic hostage finna sock this cop in his right optic's eye socket
Cause cops is watching and now he on some cyclops sh*t
I tend to excel when I flex rhymes
Ask Chino XL and Tech N9ne
I got a Tec-9 that's XL
I sex dimes I don't sex nines
But still I'm c*cking this 9 you 'gon get that next time
I leave your head bloody red, I send you thoughts cause I read minds

[Verse 5: Kid Vishis]
Yeah, I grab the mic turn into Mike Tyson
When I'm writing I'm Sean Price, still alive and vibrant
The nicest, sicker than a group of white guys killing and giving high fives because they blamed it on ISIS
Said you not for games? I don't play as well
I never claimed to father the devil, I just raise hell
Then we clashin' I'm swinging if we scrappin'
Now he blocking punches got him looking like he dabbin'
For this sh*t you say, my mental state is pistol play
Try frontin' and die from it I'm triumphant
Get with the culture, why you making Vishis get vulgar?
I'm a 5'9" Eminem soldier, imminent flower, winning a war
Cause I got your girl sliding down the pole like Mario winning the board
There's something about you iffy
Remind me of a mermaid because you don't have a pus*y but you still fishy
[Outro: Kid Vishis]
The Purge, yeah the team is here
The Purge, It's all finished now the streets is clear
The Purge, Luci, Dice, Kenny, De-Bo, Vishis