Zeds Dead, Omar LinX - Crank lyrics
[Zeds Dead, Omar LinX - Crank lyrics]
You can't with me, this is foreplay
This is everything I told 'em I would portray
They're calling me a killer
I guess murder is my forte
Never short changed, gotta get my money up
Stacks in the duffel 'til I
Can't get the zipper shut
If they try and go to war
I should wish them luck
Cause all I fear is God
So I could give a fuck
You will all fall victim to my plan
If you're looking for answers
Get in the line, fan
Oh it gets hot in the kitchen
Hot as a cayenne
But, I can handle the heat hotter than Iran
I am the man, handing out toe tags
Your life in my hands, throw bag
I've been in this a minute
Didn't you know that?
Plus I've been waiting to go
Why should I hold back?
There's no chance
So the haters better pipe down
Get yourself in the zone for tonight's sound
If you want to get this song
Cut the lights out
We could do this right now
We should do this right now
To all my people that belong in a padded room
With their caution to the
Wind-type of attitude
All my dub heads, all they see is blood red
They ask about the old me
I tell them that he's fucking dead
HE'S DEAD!
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