Wildcard, Diabolic - Shooting Gallery lyrics

[Wildcard, Diabolic - Shooting Gallery lyrics]

Yo it's monumental my confidence's
Confidential like monstrous
Constance continents stomping upon My mental
My mom was a mom who's gentle
My pops was a common criminal
Bring drama to songs more common
Than bombing Islamic temples
I'm ominous on the
Mental phenomenal prominence
Who I'm stompin' you
Non-responsive incompetent
So bonkers I pawn professional and I'm cool
But, I got G in my
Center similar to Masonic symbols

All of a sudden I'm hearin'
This Hip Hop shit, i'm hearin' this
Rap shit, I'm hearin' this Gangster crap
- No, no, I'm sorry, to me that's not music

Check it - I'm 'bout to tattoo


The Mark of the Beast and
Start an allegiance with
Demons harvestin' weed in the Garden of Eden
My squad is the reason y'all
Pick up and leave
Cause you know Wildcard got a
Trick up his sleeve
Best believe I'm the same cat
Who had a Starter Jacket
With his pocket full of spray
Caps and magic markers
I only came back to sabotage
You with something DJ's
Can burn like the plane
Crash with Travis Barker
I'm the truth y'all are fictitious
I'm Sid Vicious
Only fuck dimes so I trip sixes
I'm sick with this, you should know my steeze
Got hoes blowin' me 'till
Both their knees got (bone) disease
I go overseas gettin' bitches horny
Got 'em stuck to the pole like
Flick's tongue in A Christmas Story
Fuck the glory, got a new mentality
Turn the spot into a shooting
Gallery to boost my salary

You know when music was - romantic
And meant something to somebody not put
The cap in the cop's
Head or bend over bitch I'll
Fuck you up your ass

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