The Flying Dutchmen, Burke the Jurke - Sin City lyrics

This is all ours
Feel the force of the raw power
A new wave vacant
Call me back at the God hour
You cats is all cowards, straight cocksuckers
Homosexual rappers, you could never fuck us
You get your arms chopped off, yeah
We bring the ruckus twist dutchs
Put the blunt out on the face of gutless
Weak cats, we shop, pop, 'em, Jon 'Dock 'em
Blam, blam 'em, homicide 'em
It's not a problem
Heavy lung, metallic musket
Puffing a dust spliff
Got me on some shit like, "Fuck this"
Cannibal corpse, blood thirsty
Animal thought life exit's it's shell when
The cannon goes off
Spinal tap, vertebrae cracked
Chris Reeve you
Escape from Jake in the gray Buick Regal
We all stay illegal, men are created equal
Until I cut they body in half
With the black Desert Eagle
Bow down? Kiss the Converse
The rhyme burst berserk
Tears in my eyes and blood on my shirt
It's evil, demented, held down, cemented
Dimension is for F dation
I'm reppin' it hard if I'm locked up
I spit rhymes when I step in the yard
And I get love from the thugs
It's no weapons involved
You's a bitch, you getting fucked
It's a lesson to y'all if you a snitch
You getting bucked when I step in the door

Burke and Vanderslice, damn your
Life, you're a man, stand and fight
I jab you with the left
Don't let me land my right
Crush your face like a can of sprite
Cops cuff my hands tight, read Miranda rights
Kids in the alleyways
Sniffing grams of glass and ice
Cooking dope on the spoon under candle lights
Living the glamour life, you should scram
Aight? 'Cause if your man gets
Tight then disaster strikes
I'll bust your dome and crush your bones
Tuck you
Thrust the chrome and leave me the fuck alone
Don't step in my way, put your weapon away
Or you'll meet death in a day
And your flesh will decay
I'll leave you with a message
Learn a lesson today
Cut your head and give your
Brain a ten second delay
You should be expecting the worse
Get stretched in a hearse
I'll let you rest in the dirt
Just for messing with Burke, bitch

Body bag beat down, burst is bodacious
Bullinger a beat down worse than Joe Frasier
Verse Ali, Mayweather, way better to save ya
Sugar Shane sweet and low
Saccharin's the flavor
For these sweet-ass diabetic hypoglycemic
Sugar shock 'round the clock MCs like
"Y'all beat it" fuck out of here, no
You can't make another dollar here
Full throttle, hollow, nostril swallow
Now it's out of here
Greg the Hammer Valentine
Figure four leg lock
VA TEC-9, Columbine, caught a head shot
Armor like fifteen, Washington Street scene
Killer all morning
Tarot card make your neat lean
DC sniper shot, work in the dungeon
Full metal jacket blacksmith at your function
Stanley Kubrick, rue shit, orange clockwork
Reprogram your whole plans with a hot verse
The Dutchmen, destroy, display disaster
Dynamite detonate, dedicated demastered
The monster, Krueger, Voorhees, Mike Myers
Norman Bates in them Bathing Apes
Through the mic wire
Live baller, Clive Barker, the HP love craft
Weird science fiction
Diction cause a bloodbath
They love that, chop it and bag it
Let the funds stack
Vanderslice shit, type quick on a rough track