Chester Watson - Creed lyrics
[Chester Watson - Creed lyrics]
Yo i see you just got the Marauder sig
This flow is dirt
Reminiscent of how they slaughter pigs
Nasty, claim he in it for the craft
But the whole land know he only
In it for the cash
So wicked, flip, and just last week
Dude was on the news
Best villain since Mad V
Black slacks, Devillain tee
And some rad sneaks
Circa, Vallejo's, maybe Vans, maybe Adis
Time's running out, sit back
Enjoy the last trees
Puff herbs, we collapse, relax, giving dabs
Sweet the bad part's we do attack
Sweep villages, squadron hella militant
Don't ask me
The reasons cause I don't really know 'em
Captain said just have fun
Before the show's done
But I suggest you run down
It if the road comes
Cause word around town is
The shogun shows guns
And he don't like you
Word is you're a spy who
Works undercover for the unknown side
With the ogre from the high boons
But do you spice food?
Cause blood is eye food, gouge out his eyes
Goons i'm just kidding
That was the last test and
I guess you've been permitted, it's rigid
But surely you can fit in
You're still not promoted
You want it, gotta show it, didn't roll it
Just know it's only gas that
You smoking with confidence
Never trust a soul and
We always question optimists
This clan is the opposite of moral
So just follow the creed
Being mad ruthless gets you to the
Spot upon the steed and from the jump
You know that what we do is grotesque
So if you got a problem
Go and burn it with the Smoke Vet
Down to hell, where good deeds are in protest
Villain of the creed, yes siree
You just professed creed
This flow is dirt
Reminiscent of how they slaughter pigs
Nasty, claim he in it for the craft
But the whole land know he only
In it for the cash
So wicked, flip, and just last week
Dude was on the news
Best villain since Mad V
Black slacks, Devillain tee
And some rad sneaks
Circa, Vallejo's, maybe Vans, maybe Adis
Time's running out, sit back
Enjoy the last trees
Puff herbs, we collapse, relax, giving dabs
Sweet the bad part's we do attack
Sweep villages, squadron hella militant
Don't ask me
The reasons cause I don't really know 'em
Captain said just have fun
Before the show's done
But I suggest you run down
It if the road comes
Cause word around town is
The shogun shows guns
And he don't like you
Word is you're a spy who
Works undercover for the unknown side
With the ogre from the high boons
But do you spice food?
Cause blood is eye food, gouge out his eyes
Goons i'm just kidding
That was the last test and
I guess you've been permitted, it's rigid
But surely you can fit in
You're still not promoted
You want it, gotta show it, didn't roll it
Just know it's only gas that
You smoking with confidence
Never trust a soul and
We always question optimists
This clan is the opposite of moral
So just follow the creed
Being mad ruthless gets you to the
Spot upon the steed and from the jump
You know that what we do is grotesque
So if you got a problem
Go and burn it with the Smoke Vet
Down to hell, where good deeds are in protest
Villain of the creed, yes siree
You just professed creed