Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar - Evil lyrics

[Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar - Evil lyrics]

"Don't look at me goddammit!
Ayo Q, you want a piece of this?"

City filled with this filthy air
Evil pump in my blood, how dare you to stare
Never felt fair, no room for a tear
Come on dump
Don't give a fuck if the coast clear
Jacket cover the ratchet
Pants hang to my calf burner over the ab
Sendin' shots under your jab
You really wanna diss me?
Believe it like Ripley when I'm
Off the fifth of whiskey
Damaging my kidney, I wish a nigga tempt me
Then it's all bad, leave his parents all sad
Cops with a mystery
Murderin' ain't shit to me
This a killing symphony, my nigga, for real
I still keep the weapon concealed
Body will spill
Hollow tips stuck in your grill
Give a fuck how you feel
Tired of resisting this murder addiction
Fuck a conviction, bust shots
Slaughter conviction
Lucifer soul, my temperature cold
Eyes blood shot, throwin up blood clots
Body in shock
I need me a doc, but I figure I'm too sick
Fuck it
Adrenaline pumping may lead in to something
Assumption on life is still, livin' a trife
Asthmatic causing havoc
Keep spazzin' til my brain get damaged
Still remain most scandalous
That bang hammers fuck surveillance, shit
Murk in front of cameras
Dump 'em in the sand like tan or big blands
More grammar shit
I'm the illest motherfucker

Splash blocks like Dikembe when I sensai
Who wanna shoot? The liquor hear me
I'm off the Remy like Papoose
I got the truths of a thousand bishops
Troops of a thousand niggas
You can get your ass missing
Like a white bitch with big
Tit's to be specific
I'm over they heads when
The words get pledged
Fright night, gun tucked tight like a newborn
Dance with the Devil
Hopefully you get your groove on
When I blaze this metal
Like a rolling stone
Flesh and bones come out
Like a thug reunion, watch yall dumb out
Most likely
Half of you fraudulent niggas don't like me
Scared to fight me even if you
Had hands just like me
K Dot, bare arms like a haltertop
Live from the barbershop, who want a fade?
Who want war? I got a
Drawer full of hand grenades
Take it back to them Contra days
So fall back
It's real, off cognac, and pills
We twist caps then peel
Bananas with the hammers, play if you will
A bullet proof for a shield, that won't work
I got big big very big big bullets
And they hurt lift up your skirt if you
Play pussy, don't push me, i'm light
You pushing up daisies
If the pump do a push up tonight
I put, I put a new price on your head
Like a mannequin dressed well
Students from Harvard can hear the nigga Yale
I'm cold hearted, oh well i get's retarded
The yellow bus I'm a park it
In front of your house, hop out
Gun in ya mouth (Blakka)
Duck shows in your peek hole
Me and my Hoover crip
But all I bang is your bitch
Don't get me twist
Let's do this, I'm ludicrous
Disturbing the peace
Pacing back and forth like a stewardess
It's plain to see da Evils
"If you gotta go out, that's how you go out!
That motherfucker took his destiny
In his own hands!"

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