Doap Nixon, King Magnetic, Heavy Metal Kings, Reef the Lost Cauze - Deadly Sins lyrics

An innocent man becomes a target of
Insanity as he steps into
The crosshairs of a homicidal maniac
With a need for revenge
Join us for a journey into the
Dark? of a sick and
Twisted man join us for a
Journey into living hell

I feel lightning in my fingertips
Sith status, I give a nigga his wings bitch
Sleep on me, creep on me
Throw heat on me and I’m
Still gonna eat homie
Ill Bill from La Costra Nostra
Come sideways and we both'll yoke ya
Reef got the toaster
All I gotta do is whistle
And my bitches will smoke ya
What more can an underground rapper say?
How longer is these rappers gonna shine gay?
First up is 'Ye, second and third is Ye and
My shit get no play
Where I’m from yo the jakes’ll murk ya
Act like you know and the fiends’ll jerk ya
Three classics under my belt
I just lost my comrade
I need something to melt

You think you BIG or 2Pac, you Nosferatu
I’m Ferragamos, murder, death, kill, homo
There’s no tomorrow
You won’t see the evening news
Rolling? goose spin your top like Beetlejuice
We the truth
You talking about the cat you hit
Vicious as the blackened spears and
Sleep for half a year
You only bust your gat in air
Yeah you killing the clouds
Having shootouts with the atmosphere
You the wackest here
Unable for my rap to fear
You live fairy tales like glass
Slippers and magic mirrors
Who’s the fairest? Speak the
Language of Arabs sharif terror
Send em to the sky like a chair lift
I’m original, never jocking y’all style
I steel a nigga
Watch him slide like crocodile mile
I’m the wild child style
Vile since wild style
My guns go boom boom, your guns go pow pow

Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em
Ill Bill and Reef, I’mma spray for em
Five niggas that’s the best in the game
If the niggas ain’t fam then
They feeling the flame

It’s the heavy metal king
Ain’t talking about the group though
Cause, I’ll beat a gun charge
Right through the loop hole
Still down to shoot though
Use em accordingly they supported me
Protected what my music afforded me
Disorderly, hold your beef
Do them shit's grimy
Literally down with Doap since the mid-90s
That’s right
Face cringe from the syringe binge
And friends bend every rule
That you made within aim and spray again
Nothing like a window cleaner
Talk politics, up close him no leader
Unfold in front of your eyes is binoculars
You need stock in the Apocalypse
To rock with us
If not it’s AZ about to rock it up
Doing open heart surgery on your esophagus
I’mma die profitless like cult leaders
Aim assault heaters at adult divas throwing?

The game of thrones
Stick you for your chains and clothes
Most rappers will suck dick
For cocaine and dro ratchets explode
Homie my chrome’ll rape your soul
Bring twelve plagues like Moses raining toads
Fuck your tongue wanted the blood
Hit you in the head with inaudible guns
Unfortunate ones get tortured and hung
The cult leader homie with
The sorcerer’s tongue
Heavy Metal King influence your
Daughters and sons you the topic of the song
Shook Ones from Mobb Deep
I’m harder than bricks or
Football on concrete
Chilling in deadstock Jordans
Millions of dead cops
Warnings, COs, informants
A hip hop Blackie Lawless
See more bodies than coroners
Unfamiliar aura
Peel off shotties at foreigners
Grinning with pride
Gorillas with militant minds
You win or you die
I’ll empty the clip in your eye

There’s no oath to the goat
Throw his body in the moat
Bucky fifty to windpipe, go for the throat
Pussy boy rappers better hold rosary close
Ain’t too many in my cypher
That’s closer than Doap
Throw the faggot in the water
I hope that he float
Hope they ready for the slaughter
It’s awfully close
I think he wanna kill himself
I offer him rope my vision is blurry
I’m seeing Allah through a scope
Boxcutter Paz John the Baptist
Ain’t nobody safe when I bomb you bastards
Only thing I think about -Islam and gat clips
Jordans, Grey Goose, bitches, and caskets
I’m an ugly motherfucker, give me a fat bitch
A dime is too much work, Vinnie is savage
Rob a motherfucker, rip through his assets
The 28 V rip through your cabbage