Deadly Snakes

Deadly Snakes - Wild West lyrics

[Intro]

Word

[Verse 1]

My crew's official, D.S. two-triple

Hard like tittie nipples, venomous shells'll flip you

Hit you wit the super bionic

Lyrical boom like sonic

You better boss spectatin', the steadier you tryin' ta rhyme wit

My verbal serum's toxic

When I grip mic's are rockin', ta preach like a prophet

Fuck your head up wit different topics that let you know

Where I'm comin' from, and the outcome be somethin' catastrophic

Makin' you think it nucker, I'm a ill motherfucker

The type you can feel brother, slash cats that no clever

I'm undercover like double-o, wit trouble y'all

Be whatever-whatever, I'm nice wit it all

Whatever you yak and broad hitted on

Now it's time ta get rid a y'all

And some of y'all been playin' too much in the playa's ball

My fangs sharper than razor's, and spit words like Azor's

That'll leave your view deja

My vemous squads major

You minor league niggas can bite my dick as a favor

You tossed in the clutches of Cobra world

My gift is nice, you rip, I'll slice

I blaze the game precise, you niggas play the game wit dice

[Verse 2]

I got an arsenal large enough ta arm a whole army

You can take your best shot and not die the fit even harm me

Your bombs be like duds, not big enough ta make me budge

While I launch a scud miss-ile

Pack 4-4 pis-tiles

Wit unlimited clips

That's unlimited lyrics

Meanin' I can rhyme forever

Drop of a dime or whenever

For better or for worse I marry hip hop, no divorce

Around time whores can take my respect by force

If I have to, I'll subtract you from the game

You won't look the same, your own moms won't even know your name

Step on the plain, hard terrain, 4 wheels and rugged

What's the point of packin' a gat if you afraid ta bust it?

Original thug shit, I cut quick and axe later

We can rhyme for a small wager or figures that's mad major

Put your life on the line, we see who leaves the scene breathin'

I'll crush tha weak links, I do ya mad, hug it even

[Chorus]

Yo we ain't scared of none of y'all, we can brawl for this

So far we the only niggas sparkin' shit

D.S.

We can put this whole thing ta rest

Poisnic age, gauge tha chest like Wild West

[Verse 3]

Yo you got five seconds ta clear out for mine

Cuz three-sixty-five I'm live as tha skydive

Notify your local authorities of these

Venomous degenerates spreadin' disease

Your man said: if you can fuck wit me that's a lie

He tryin' get you, probly wanna see me split you

Wanna see me chew you the fuck up and spit you

One of us be wipin stupid ass clean like tissue

Hit you wit a lyrical patriot missle

Drown you and your goons in the black lagoon

Durin' the full moon, we ambush amateurs

Leave fang marks on weak squads like yours

Time for war, you got troops? bring 'em all

This might not be a game, but I'm still tryin' ta score

That's why competetors ain't tryin' ta dance

My advance'll leave cats piss in they pants

[Verse 4]

Man if they hated me before, they bound ta hate me now

Cuz I gripped a couple dollars and be puttin' it down

Surround sound, double-o wit a 6 on the back

V-12 on the side, poppin' bottles of yak

We cockin' 'em back, the metal gat, you runnin' your mouth

We gunnin' you out, slugs leave you numb on the couch

We crossin' you out, you niggas betta change your tone

My range is long, can't you see you lookin' at chrome?

Dig the scene, bubble 'bout ta snatch tha cream

In this rap shit them niggas only half of this scheme

Every part of your team 'gon find it harder ta scream

These bitches love 'em, cuz when the gold spotted it gleams

Niggas wanna see me slip so they can take it to me

Cuz they bank account look like they rappin' for free

Practically, pennies while we jugglin' C's

Rugged in 3's, the chain in the piece we freeze

Shorten your speech, Reese'll make you strip in the streets

And we the reasons why you ain't seen your bitch in a week

We holdin' the heat, for all them niggas thinkin it's sweet

It's gonna end at the bridge and me cementin' your feet

[Chorus]

Yo we ain't scared of none of y'all, we can brawl for this

So far we the only niggas sparkin' shit

D.S.

We can put this whole thing ta rest

Poisnic age, gauge your chest like Wild West

[Outro]

D.S. two-trip

Bust your muthafuckin' shit

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