Gorilla Twins, Goretex - SHOOTOUT AT THE CYCLONE lyrics

[Gorilla Twins, Goretex - SHOOTOUT AT THE CYCLONE lyrics]

The victim suffered a punctured lung as
The crowd watch and Duke
He was the only person injured in an attack
Near Coney Island's Boardwalk
 about one hour after this brutal
Beatdown this 27 year old
Woman was hit in the head with a bottle!
After the bottle was thrown in the air
And she was hit with the bottle
Like 2 seconds later we heard about 4-5 shots
You heard shots?
Yes right here by the Cyclone and we seen
A whole group run towards the Boardwalk
The families lookin' to take in the beautiful
Weather and fun activities run for cover!

Extra queso, lobotomy
My brain is Liquid Drano
Ran through your mommy's since safe
Daps and Tuddy's payroll
Another package overnight when the
Coke is right
Take a life, bangs like Topanga's overbite
Mac? Modexa? war camo store
With the Cobra lights
Soviets, Gorilla scopes attached to
The Cobra knives
Smooth like a toddler's charm
Put on the sheets like a gentleman
My clientele phony like Madonna's arms
Via-com, Viacom when I smash ya legs
Since Kay Slay was bombin'
Trains and taggin' devs
I'm in a mansion 6 in your Bangarangs
My wig keeps a butler? cow's
Head on shopper's ends?
It's a Kubrick plot twist
My goons all convicts
Ashes and black rabbis
And goons with ice picks woozy off nitrous
Tyrants till the heater smoke
My headlights illuminated from
The Diesel smoke

Extra queso sixty increasin' on the payroll
(Woop woop)
The goons don't fucking move unless I say so
Might fuck your bitch depending on
How my day goes
Yeah Asta la Waco, CHEE CHEE!, get the yayo!
GORILLA TWINS
That's the brand you can't trust (No)
Quick to turn you into steeple chase
With the face cuts
All of these rappers is fake fucks
Y'all hate us
Because we don't wear leggings and makeup
(NAH) we don't do that!
(Nope) , point em' out, who dat?
Move back hit them with the
Yappa BAH BAH boom bap!
Goon rap and we squeeze until the gunna choke
Leave you smacked
Selling crack right by the Thunderbolt
You wanted smoke
But it turns out that you all talk (Yo)
I'm the reason they put
Sand under the Boardwalk
Coney Island mayor, homie this is my home
Viachrome, at the opp shooutout
At the Cyclone! (BRRRAH)

Yo, shootout at the Wonder Wheel
You know the fucking deal
Guns and pills enough to get you
And your little brother killed
Enough to get me locked up
For a hundred years
Everybody catch a buck 50, I'm the buckeneer
I'm like throwin' table will chuck a
Chair, ILLEST BILL aka Illmatic
The Ruckus here
Cannibal Hulk versus a fuckin' bear
Put my entire fist up your
Ass like a puppeteer
Word, I sit back and observe
'Coz usually the loudest mouth in
The room is a herb
Usually the first one to talk tough's a nerd
Get mushed in your face, GORILLA versus bird
Get put in your place
You pissed in your pants go to your show
Jump on stage and shit on your fans
Or we can turn Nathan's into a crime zone
That ain't ketchup on your shirt
Shootout at the Cyclone

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