MF Grimm, Block McCloud, ILL BILL - Karma lyrics

Yeah day By Day uncle Howie brooklyn Ac
The holy trinity nigga check this

See Block McCloud sitting on
A stoop in Brooklyn
Don't step you might slip like
A fiddler on a roof
Fans respect Block cause what I'm
Spitting is the truth nasty nigga
Love a groupie licking on her cooch
Cause, I don't give a fuck
Down a bottle of my jaw stuff
With only a night
Looking for more sluts to force fuck
Ironic how the liquor make me vomit
Like denying me the things that I love
Will make me want it even more
Like a hard to find Brooklyn Ac track
To a fan that keep looking
Cause, I'm cooking that crack
It's like karma
What goes around comes around
What goes up must come down
Coming out the fucking underground
We surfacing from the church of sin
Uncle Howie work the single
Day By Day made the CDs you're purchasing
Niggas with bad karma
Shed 'em like a serpent's skin
Murdering foes dead like blood curdling

Karma's a bitch fuck anybody who snitch
Have the police wondering whose body is this
See the cut that make
Sure the payback's enormous
Have us begging for mercy from
A god that scorns us karma's a bitch
Fuck anybody who snitch
Have the police wondering whose body is this
See the cut that make
Sure the payback's enormous
Have us begging for mercy from
A god that ignores us

I'll make the hallow tip explode
In your brain homie
The sound of it will leave
You cold and defamed wodie
When hypothermia sets in
The reaper's calling
Rising off the crucifix like
It's Easter morning
Everything turn black when my heat is talking
And everybody wear black when
They see your coffin
Your apocalypse perhaps is me achieving glory
Sitting on a jewel throne
Whores kneel before me
I'm a legend on these streets
My people adore me
Storm the streets with loyalty and
Go to war for me
Run up in your crib an pop a sawed off on me
And jump right in front of a
Bullet if it's coming towards me
I'm a cross between the most morbid
Disease and a swarm of bees
Leaving you horrifically tortured
And deceased
While you feast on goats and dance for Satan
You wake up in another life
A brain cancer patient

Wild in a wheelchair like Lieutenant Dan
Feds follow me around in a blue tinted van
That's first unit, second unit
Their van's tan
Black helicopters on top with a scan
Manson, even while in prison
Warned you about me, but you didn't listen
Switch picture, I run the world
Karma's a bitch and my name is Earl
Why would I, look what you done to me
I'ma kill you, you better run from me
It's a horror flick don't run in woods dummy
You's a punk but you hide it real good money
Thrown in a trunk
You riding in the hood money
Lay down and die
I really think you should money
Come out your pockets, I'm Roy Demeo
Come out your sockets
Your arms and your legs go
Kickbox bitch, no love this way
Cut your head off, save it for a trophy
You mother, make her more upset
Dig casket up, dump the body on her doorstep
Shoot your carcass, bonus little death threat
That's nothing, you haven't seen our best yet
Cremate can't find where the hash is
Get the bamboo, roll up your ashes
Light it up, this high is the fastest
We get about a brick from you
You gonna last us
Everyone know I'm quick to bust a gat
Disrespect my flow, I'll murder you for that
Hide body, throw a party, picnic where you at
Side bar lawyers talk, beat the murder rap
Seeking for the max, evidence is wax
No one is safe so suckas watch your back