Conway The Machine - 1000 Corpses lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - 1000 Corpses lyrics]
Look
Empty out the Kel Tec, til ain't a shell left
Bullets burn, I can smell flesh
I can smell death
I inhale the last L right on hell's steps
Devil's Reject, fuck you expect? Listen
I got too many guns, and not enough drama
So I'm broad day in the hood
Popping the llama (Let's go)
I get the blocks from papi
Then I holler hasta mañana (Papi)
Eating pasta like a mobster
Silk Prada pajamas
I've got to be out of my fucking mind
I'll have B Wiz sniff another fucking
Line and break your fucking spine
I'm back around
Graduated from the school of Hard Knocks
And got a brick and a pistol
Instead of a cap and gown
A couple choppa shots will back them down
Waving the K like "Look at me
I am the Captain now" (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Thought you had racks homie
What happened now? (Damn)
You take a loss and have
More excuses than Pacquiao (Haaaa)
Ask around, you fuck niggas I smack around
My Don C Bulls jacket smell
Like a pack of loud (You smell it)
My bitch double C, it's Chanel bagging now
Giuseppe on her feet, I8 Beamer
She swagging now (she swagging now)
100 bags a week, that's on average now
Sending cookies from Cali
I'm waiting on a package now
I only came to snatch the
Crown from whoever has it
I don't fuck with these faggot
Niggas that's rapping now
(fuck these niggas, man)
Jump out of the coupe with
Something to shoot inside
So run up on me, you're committing suicide
I built a reputation niggas can't scrutinize
APCs, shattered back boards, hoodies Superdry
Medusa on the buckle, Gator on the brim
I pull up on your corner
Shit's spraying from a Benz (brrr)
It's funny how you only feel
Betrayal from a friend it's never the enemy
They hate you from within
This for them niggas that play with
The razors in the pen (my nigga)
My bars sharp, I write with razors in my pen
(woooo) my little bro will put the
Gauge up to your chin
He gon' wait till I say when
But his patience's running thin
Look, I am the illest, I am the realest
I ain't a rapper, I am a killer
I am a menace listen
I have completed what you're trying to finish
I'm aiming at your cap, trying to peel it
It's the Machine, bitch!
It's the Machine, bitch!
Empty out the Kel Tec, til ain't a shell left
Bullets burn, I can smell flesh
I can smell death
I inhale the last L right on hell's steps
Devil's Reject, fuck you expect? Listen
I got too many guns, and not enough drama
So I'm broad day in the hood
Popping the llama (Let's go)
I get the blocks from papi
Then I holler hasta mañana (Papi)
Eating pasta like a mobster
Silk Prada pajamas
I've got to be out of my fucking mind
I'll have B Wiz sniff another fucking
Line and break your fucking spine
I'm back around
Graduated from the school of Hard Knocks
And got a brick and a pistol
Instead of a cap and gown
A couple choppa shots will back them down
Waving the K like "Look at me
I am the Captain now" (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Thought you had racks homie
What happened now? (Damn)
You take a loss and have
More excuses than Pacquiao (Haaaa)
Ask around, you fuck niggas I smack around
My Don C Bulls jacket smell
Like a pack of loud (You smell it)
My bitch double C, it's Chanel bagging now
Giuseppe on her feet, I8 Beamer
She swagging now (she swagging now)
100 bags a week, that's on average now
Sending cookies from Cali
I'm waiting on a package now
I only came to snatch the
Crown from whoever has it
I don't fuck with these faggot
Niggas that's rapping now
(fuck these niggas, man)
Jump out of the coupe with
Something to shoot inside
So run up on me, you're committing suicide
I built a reputation niggas can't scrutinize
APCs, shattered back boards, hoodies Superdry
Medusa on the buckle, Gator on the brim
I pull up on your corner
Shit's spraying from a Benz (brrr)
It's funny how you only feel
Betrayal from a friend it's never the enemy
They hate you from within
This for them niggas that play with
The razors in the pen (my nigga)
My bars sharp, I write with razors in my pen
(woooo) my little bro will put the
Gauge up to your chin
He gon' wait till I say when
But his patience's running thin
Look, I am the illest, I am the realest
I ain't a rapper, I am a killer
I am a menace listen
I have completed what you're trying to finish
I'm aiming at your cap, trying to peel it
It's the Machine, bitch!
It's the Machine, bitch!