Fireball

[Intro] No more delays No more teasing Time to play Time to die! [Verse 1: Dawtee] I slit throats and I choke emcees Smoke trees, snort coke and (?) (?) brought in along with no one close to me It gets stirred when I put my steel close to G Krhyme Syndicate with fucking lyrical skillers You won't hear no vanilla, Michael serial killers Pox parties [?] artist extortion entice Rip your bodies apart with the torture devices I got the hard flow through your brain [?] nostrils [?] torn to bits just like the seal at a hostel Spliff McGriff and Dawtee can do this shit proper With The Skin Poppers in the shit [?] my pocket Explosive, like a giant fireball I leave the gas on your flights on for the entire song Never will if detective ever crack the cases I'll hack you to pieces (?) I'll be clear there's no escape from my nightmare I won't fight fear, I'm the ill rhyme sayer You shit your diapers when you sit (?) I'll be clear there's no escape from my nightmare [Verse 2: Spliff McGriff] The tools of torture, scalpels, needles and knives You'll scream for people to help you as I skin you alive Rebuild your eyes and stick them up your fuckin' ass You can see who you were talking so much shit in the past I'm wearin' a mask, so you can't see my face Cuz you don't deserve to see the mega [?] With a long rusty blade, slashing up your abdomen Grabbin' breakin' and snappin' your ornament, I'll stab it I laugh because I love to inflict pain on people With the torture is mine, cuz my brain full of feeble I'm lethal when it comes to a pen and a piece of paper Through a vinyl record out your neck and decapitate ya I'm rappin' danger, you're not the torturous stranger Bringing wack emcees down to my torture chamber If you recycle with me, no one will ever change ya I'll kill my therapist who's trying to control my anger, motherfucker [Verse 3: C1N1K1LL] You're fake as hell, when the zombies are spittin' nails We punish all the innocent with multiple impales And Aristotle, get ended in bloody gallows By (?) C1N1K1LL, I'll put a knife right through your shadow Light the wicket candles and dig a pony rattle My uncle [?] will kill you like the OG's (?) The (?) don't need you so if you are to deed you The energy will eat you (?) I've hd to beat you But I don't let McDowell's with the models and the grottoes Me, DJ Derbo, massacre in El Dorado [?] pick the bodies in the Maserati's Just kept driving off the kick and watch it burn the body You fucking with the monsters when I'm monster Kevin Costner Manipulating taxi cab drivers like Jodie Foster My (?) evil [?] as I touch your temple I have a sacred ceremony when I pop a pimple Pimple, yo [Outro: C1N1K1LL] C1N1K1LL, Skin Poppers Krhyme Syndicate, DJ Derbo 2009