OG Hindu Kush, Royce da 5'9" - Hells FuryHell's Kitchen lyrics

Tell the district attorney this
Didn't concern me
I was in Hell's Kitchen fixin'
The fish & the curry lamb for the slaughter
Seasoned in turmeric powder jealous queen
Tell a story of murder and power who else
You know this Rico Suave 'bout RICO laws?
It's 'cause we don't lob doggy, naw we go off
Keep it locked like the Eastern Block
Feasting off the flesh and the
Pheromones like "Hi Honey, taran's home"
Watch her race for the
Apron and maple sizzurp
And let her skull game
Shine like Damien Hirst
Shorty knows that i don't suffer, fools
The rules taught me to buck 'em and do
Unto others as others have done to you
So, if your best friends run
With the Beast like X-Men
Expect 'em to end up slumped in the West End
What you gon' do when You-Know Who
Roll by, bow-tie, Brother Mouzone suit?
We Army of God's Children
Zombies with hearts missin'
Got Luther and John with us
Runnin' credit card scams
Eyes red, no retinal scan
We get cake, get it straight
Then invest it in land

I feel like God behind these bars
Every sentence is holy
Man, even my pedastal's on a level to blow me
So you gettin' to know me
You should step to me slowly
And know that my only interest in you's
To collect what you owe me
I ain't sweatin your shorty but
If that bitch is fine a single line
I'll stick it to her back
Like a 'kick-me' sign on a Quest like McCody
For Incredible Hulk green
I said get me a whole P but it better be OG
Go fetch me some rollies
Your connect doesn't know me
I bet he only roll with
Bunk like Detective McNulty
Your baby mama Adrianna get dumped
Where the hogs ate
If she singin' like Kanye and
They buildin a strong case
She a #1 bitch and this isn't a dog race
Pull strings for the boss like Silvio Dante
While I grin with the mob face
You say that bitch deserved it mr perfect
Crack an OJ smile when I get the verdict

Live from the psych ward
Ridin' with a dyke whore
Dime, she cryin cuz she Chi-er
(shyer) than a Vice Lord
Crimes committed is my life story
I should be signed to the court-room while
The district attorney writes for me
Nobody bettin against it 'cause
I got deadly intentions
Ready to vent and I only
Need the medic's attention
I'm more morbid than going door-to
Door to record horror
I'll put you in your trunk
Up under your spoiler
I keep pushin', I beat bush when i speak
More bullshit comes up outta me
Than the freak douchin'
I keep lookin' for guns like
Police under my seat cushion
Out to complete just what the weak wouldn't
I'm a shit starter so tell your bitch I'm a
10 on the dick chart
Get smart 'cause I hit harder
I'm a sick martyr
You tryna massage the clit
I'm tryna stick my arm in
Her rim like Vince Carter