Bukshot, Damien Quinn, Twisted Insane - Kool-Aid lyrics
[Bukshot, Damien Quinn, Twisted Insane - Kool-Aid lyrics]
November eighteenth, nineteen-seventy eight
Cult leader Jim Jones led nine hundred and
Eighteen of his followers to their death
(death)
He convinced 'em to drink a concoction
Mixed of grape Kool-Aid and cyanide poisoning
(poisoning) in two-thousand sixteen
I say we do it all again yeah
I'm off that Kool-Aid off that wicked shit
Come talk with me
You think it's safe to step in my
Shoes and come walk with me
Everybody know I pack a machete on my side
I'm ready both of my palms are sweaty
Blade is sharp I swing it stеady
(swing swing) then it go chop
On all these rappеrs that try to go pop
Now they're saying, bitch stop
When I catch you on the
Block yo head gon' drop
I'm off that Jim Jones
I'm off that Charlie Manson
That Helter Skelter shit I'm drinking
On has got me dancin' (Uhhhhh)
Let me introduce you to my dark half
Yes the pun's intended
Time to drink then start the bloodbath
Everybody down with the wicked shit
Take another sip of the Kool-Aid with me
Welcome to the darkness, everybody's targets
Want a piece of this, come get me
Everybody wanna go to heaven
But nobody was dead
Hit 'em with the MAC-11 right
Upside their fucking head
Everybody wanna get paid
But nobody wants to grind
Hit 'em in the face with a blade
Now watch me lose my fucking mind
We on this wicked shit
And if you ain't down with it
Then come take a hit of the Kool-Aid we
Sipping on to be a part of it
There ain't nowhere to run and I will pull
The gun and murder all this shit
Killing you bitches and have to use stitches
Wait for you to fall and shit
They told me it was just a phase (phase)
But, I wanna shoot you in the face (face)
Then drop you chopping off your legs (legs)
Here we go another murder case (case)
I love the way your kidney taste
When I'm chewing on your bosom
It was yo fate
Tell me that you wanna come and play
If you really
Wanna step into the wicked, come and get it
Take a sip of this Kool-Aid
Assimilation got me talking with myself
I got a demon on my shoulder
And some Kool-Aid on my shelf (yeah)
I got a need to wear no weapon on my belt
My temper's like a microwave and
Shit's about to melt (y-y-y yeah)
My fangs are red and dripping
That venom and I'm tripping
Catch 'em on the block they slipping
From down south to the murder-mitten
I'll put that poison in 'em
Taste that punch a zombie bit in
Matter of fact I'm healing
Murderous better check on yo children
I'm on some crunk shit
Rest in peace my homie Geno
Rep that MOB bitch
Clip is empty, 'bout to reload
Let 'em all know that I'm coming with death
And the wicked shit I can relate
Kool-Aid I sip it up bodybags zip 'em up
Ripping these bitches straight out
Of the gate
Everybody wanna go to heaven
But nobody was dead
Hit 'em with the MAC-11 right
Upside their fucking head
Everybody wanna get paid
But nobody wants to grind
Hit 'em in the face with a blade
Now watch me lose my fucking mind
We on this wicked shit
And if you ain't dying with it
Then come take a hit of the Kool-Aid we
Sipping on to be a part of it
There ain't nowhere to run and I will pull
The gun and murder all this shit
Killing you bitches and have to use stitches
Wait for you to fall and shit
They told me it was just a phase (phase)
But, I wanna shoot you in the face (face)
Then drop you chopping off your legs (legs)
Here we go another murder case (case)
I love the way your kidney taste
When I'm chewing on your bosom
It was yo fate
Tell me that you wanna come and play
If you really
Wanna step into the wicked, come and get it
Take a sip of this Kool-Aid
That cult need a swinger
Cut everybody parts up in my freezer
Next to your mothers severed head
You wanna greet her?
You could say "Hi!" right before we eat her
Beat into a bloody pulp
Cause no one ever leaves this cult
What is the result?
You convulsing on the asphalt
Yo body is rejoicing from cyanide poisoning
Your soul is now ascending as
My Kool-Aid is coursing, through your veins
It's insane how demons sing
And then they drain
Yo life expectancy my recipe will
Let you rest in peace jonestown, '78
It's yo fate, I'll make you great
Cult shit, we'll eat off the same plate
Let's escape this world of hate
This culture is a sculpture
On how you vision earth
Death is not a fearful thing
It's living that's cursed
Ahh! Ahh!
Ahh! Ahh!
Cult leader Jim Jones led nine hundred and
Eighteen of his followers to their death
(death)
He convinced 'em to drink a concoction
Mixed of grape Kool-Aid and cyanide poisoning
(poisoning) in two-thousand sixteen
I say we do it all again yeah
I'm off that Kool-Aid off that wicked shit
Come talk with me
You think it's safe to step in my
Shoes and come walk with me
Everybody know I pack a machete on my side
I'm ready both of my palms are sweaty
Blade is sharp I swing it stеady
(swing swing) then it go chop
On all these rappеrs that try to go pop
Now they're saying, bitch stop
When I catch you on the
Block yo head gon' drop
I'm off that Jim Jones
I'm off that Charlie Manson
That Helter Skelter shit I'm drinking
On has got me dancin' (Uhhhhh)
Let me introduce you to my dark half
Yes the pun's intended
Time to drink then start the bloodbath
Everybody down with the wicked shit
Take another sip of the Kool-Aid with me
Welcome to the darkness, everybody's targets
Want a piece of this, come get me
Everybody wanna go to heaven
But nobody was dead
Hit 'em with the MAC-11 right
Upside their fucking head
Everybody wanna get paid
But nobody wants to grind
Hit 'em in the face with a blade
Now watch me lose my fucking mind
We on this wicked shit
And if you ain't down with it
Then come take a hit of the Kool-Aid we
Sipping on to be a part of it
There ain't nowhere to run and I will pull
The gun and murder all this shit
Killing you bitches and have to use stitches
Wait for you to fall and shit
They told me it was just a phase (phase)
But, I wanna shoot you in the face (face)
Then drop you chopping off your legs (legs)
Here we go another murder case (case)
I love the way your kidney taste
When I'm chewing on your bosom
It was yo fate
Tell me that you wanna come and play
If you really
Wanna step into the wicked, come and get it
Take a sip of this Kool-Aid
Assimilation got me talking with myself
I got a demon on my shoulder
And some Kool-Aid on my shelf (yeah)
I got a need to wear no weapon on my belt
My temper's like a microwave and
Shit's about to melt (y-y-y yeah)
My fangs are red and dripping
That venom and I'm tripping
Catch 'em on the block they slipping
From down south to the murder-mitten
I'll put that poison in 'em
Taste that punch a zombie bit in
Matter of fact I'm healing
Murderous better check on yo children
I'm on some crunk shit
Rest in peace my homie Geno
Rep that MOB bitch
Clip is empty, 'bout to reload
Let 'em all know that I'm coming with death
And the wicked shit I can relate
Kool-Aid I sip it up bodybags zip 'em up
Ripping these bitches straight out
Of the gate
Everybody wanna go to heaven
But nobody was dead
Hit 'em with the MAC-11 right
Upside their fucking head
Everybody wanna get paid
But nobody wants to grind
Hit 'em in the face with a blade
Now watch me lose my fucking mind
We on this wicked shit
And if you ain't dying with it
Then come take a hit of the Kool-Aid we
Sipping on to be a part of it
There ain't nowhere to run and I will pull
The gun and murder all this shit
Killing you bitches and have to use stitches
Wait for you to fall and shit
They told me it was just a phase (phase)
But, I wanna shoot you in the face (face)
Then drop you chopping off your legs (legs)
Here we go another murder case (case)
I love the way your kidney taste
When I'm chewing on your bosom
It was yo fate
Tell me that you wanna come and play
If you really
Wanna step into the wicked, come and get it
Take a sip of this Kool-Aid
That cult need a swinger
Cut everybody parts up in my freezer
Next to your mothers severed head
You wanna greet her?
You could say "Hi!" right before we eat her
Beat into a bloody pulp
Cause no one ever leaves this cult
What is the result?
You convulsing on the asphalt
Yo body is rejoicing from cyanide poisoning
Your soul is now ascending as
My Kool-Aid is coursing, through your veins
It's insane how demons sing
And then they drain
Yo life expectancy my recipe will
Let you rest in peace jonestown, '78
It's yo fate, I'll make you great
Cult shit, we'll eat off the same plate
Let's escape this world of hate
This culture is a sculpture
On how you vision earth
Death is not a fearful thing
It's living that's cursed
Ahh! Ahh!
Ahh! Ahh!