KXNG Crooked - Gift Rap lyrics

Eating Korean barbecue, downtown LA
Something's in my heart like Michel'le
Niggas askin' questions
Make me just wanna walk out like Kelly
R the gods tainted like Slum Village & Dwele
Well they asked me did
Eminem drop Slaughterhouse
Did y'all break up since
Joe Budden released Slaughtermouse?
Seen you on Peter Rosenberg and Ebro
Your energy was zero, see bro
Is there something y'all wanna about?
And if there is don't play the nice dude
Just pull an Ice Cube if it's the right move
They ain't putting your album out?
Damn these niggas got an attitude
Thought we'd be yo niggas for life
Where's the gratitude
All these questions they pointing
Them in my direction
Like the business end of a Smith
And Wesson but I ain't stressing
Just came home
I was in Detroit visiting Marshall's session
To be in the presence of one of
The GOATs is still a blessing
Fuck yeah

Is it really the end of Slaughter?
Did them niggas intend to pen the
Hardest shit in the mainstream
And then sacrifice they self to a major label
So underground lyricist wouldn't have to? Is
Them niggas just some martyrs?
We taking no losses
You're comments are nailing us
To four crosses
But you didn't even see the
Four fins in the water
Sharks nigga
I know you want to see the beef but
It's over when you see the teeth
Individually and collectively we
Feed the streets
Taking it beat for beat, we gon' cook
Up when you need to eat
Come on
We pledge allegiance to that slaughter flag
And that $20 bill Em gave us to autograph
After we signed the Shady contract and
Became part of his artist staff
Why would we stiff you and
Leave y'all the tab
After we all called a cab? Nah
We here to give you what you ought to have
Uplift you with real shit so
Everbody ain't gotta dab
Damn, this make me wanna see my niggas soon
Fly to Detroit just to freestyle
In Nickel's living room
Fly to New Jersey
I knew Joey would bring the strippers through
Then hit up Brooklyn
Me and Joell gon' sell a zip or two
We the illest crew

Oh man, Slaughterhouse nigga
The gift rap, Merry Christmas
Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa
Happy Holidays, all that shit
Yeah Housegang man, we ain't going nowhere
We the illest crew
Oh yeah, that album coming out bitch