Ruste Juxx, ILL BILL, Guilty Simpson - The Walking Dead lyrics
[Ruste Juxx, ILL BILL, Guilty Simpson - The Walking Dead lyrics]
The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist
Kill the cartel
Rule the land with a iron fist
Ruste Juxx I be spitting that
Body new rappers, homie
Watch who you getting at
Brrap, the bold cap snapback
I hit you with the brrat
'till your cap snap back
Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates
I'm organizing late funerals and early wakes
For any hot stepper trying to
Dance with the devil
Gravedigger, stand over your corpse
With a shovel
Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I'm out
They building something on the lands so
Now I gotta dig 'em out
Hoodfella, I rob for deniros
Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero
My patience is zero, I'm keeping it a hundred
Everytime I had a fight in
My life I never fronted i'm the realest
Illest man walking, night of the living dead
Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
Graveyard shipping
Gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bumping at night, fool
You scared i'm the illest man walking
Night of the living dead
Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
Graveyard shipping
Gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bumping at night, fool
You scared
I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st
House keeping
Streets sweeping when doing my dirty work
Marijuana sparker
Playing that drum like Travis Barker
Fam, I will valet park ya
Take your keys then get that
Cake before you leave
Gun talk, shooting the breeze
I put a popper to your
Chopper drop a hundred emcees
Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees
That mac wind made his hat spin
There's a million mad men in my trash bin
So when I buck at you bastards
Calm your frontline
And call it a muscle relaxer
Results of my violence is silence
We all can sleep me home, you six feet deep
Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it
Everytime I step to the plate
I never bund it i'm the illest
I'm a product of the projects
A menace to society
My consciense thinks progress but
My greed thinks violently
Give me that, run that
Kill me or I come back
Taking what I wanna take, homie
I'm a scumbag
So disrespectful I know my parents
Taught me better than that
But couldn't keep me away from felony rap
Not talking about music
This is felony robbery
Strong arm with the uzi
Intercepting the economy
Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground
And I'm too broke to own a silencer, homie
This is loud matter of fact, definetely
Make your ears ring
Crazy you can get shot and
Not feel it at first, it's a weird thing
Pass out, wake up in the emergency room
With people you never met
Before nursing your wounds
Your little sister crying
Doctors are inserting a tube
Down your throat, oh well
Nothing personal dude bill is the illest
Kill the cartel
Rule the land with a iron fist
Ruste Juxx I be spitting that
Body new rappers, homie
Watch who you getting at
Brrap, the bold cap snapback
I hit you with the brrat
'till your cap snap back
Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates
I'm organizing late funerals and early wakes
For any hot stepper trying to
Dance with the devil
Gravedigger, stand over your corpse
With a shovel
Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I'm out
They building something on the lands so
Now I gotta dig 'em out
Hoodfella, I rob for deniros
Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero
My patience is zero, I'm keeping it a hundred
Everytime I had a fight in
My life I never fronted i'm the realest
Illest man walking, night of the living dead
Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
Graveyard shipping
Gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bumping at night, fool
You scared i'm the illest man walking
Night of the living dead
Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
Graveyard shipping
Gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bumping at night, fool
You scared
I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st
House keeping
Streets sweeping when doing my dirty work
Marijuana sparker
Playing that drum like Travis Barker
Fam, I will valet park ya
Take your keys then get that
Cake before you leave
Gun talk, shooting the breeze
I put a popper to your
Chopper drop a hundred emcees
Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees
That mac wind made his hat spin
There's a million mad men in my trash bin
So when I buck at you bastards
Calm your frontline
And call it a muscle relaxer
Results of my violence is silence
We all can sleep me home, you six feet deep
Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it
Everytime I step to the plate
I never bund it i'm the illest
I'm a product of the projects
A menace to society
My consciense thinks progress but
My greed thinks violently
Give me that, run that
Kill me or I come back
Taking what I wanna take, homie
I'm a scumbag
So disrespectful I know my parents
Taught me better than that
But couldn't keep me away from felony rap
Not talking about music
This is felony robbery
Strong arm with the uzi
Intercepting the economy
Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground
And I'm too broke to own a silencer, homie
This is loud matter of fact, definetely
Make your ears ring
Crazy you can get shot and
Not feel it at first, it's a weird thing
Pass out, wake up in the emergency room
With people you never met
Before nursing your wounds
Your little sister crying
Doctors are inserting a tube
Down your throat, oh well
Nothing personal dude bill is the illest