Dead in the Streets

[Verse 1: Necro]
There's a message in a bottle
Wanna smash you in the face with that bottle at full throttle
You're a snitch like Otto, give you a lobotomy
Leave you with a blood clot in your arteries
Your blood clot with heart disease
You lack heart, you're Two Face like Aaron Eckhart
The schmeckle that flip from the TEC'll rip your neck apart
You're a faggot like Sacha Baron, Brüno
Chop you into little pieces like kasha varnishkes, you know
That's buckwheat, your girl's fuck meat
I buck heat at you, sucka, 'cause you fucking repeat shit like a parakeet
I need a nеw bitch every week
Probably nevеr marry her, creep
More like an Arab sheikh with a harem of freaks
I'll lay you out in the street, you'll cry in defeat
You're on some weirdo shit, you're into feet
You're incomplete you nincompoop
You're into poop and peace, bitch
You cut queefs who done put you onto school like chess

[Chorus: Kid Fade]
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji

[Verse 2: Demunz]
I was psychotic before, now I'm crazier than back then
We're the mad men rising up from the crack dens
Storming through the streets of Manhattan
On the back of the crack, you're packing a MAC-10?
Stab you with a black pen
Proceed with caution, Stone Cold like Austin
I'm packing Glocks often to put you in your coffin
Pussy, pop it, I'll kick your skull until it softens
I'm coming for your headdress, that's only thing I'm chopping
I'm knee deep in blood with red socks like Boston
Watch the way you're talking or we might end up boxing
Give me oxycontin and a cot to stick my cock in
Or I'll put you in wheelchair just like Stephen Hawking's
You're a walking dead man a snuff film on webcam
Necro carries guns and strangles thugs with their headbands
I'll OD on meth and black, ghetto like a Redman
And leave you in body cast shitting in a bed pan

[Chorus: Kid Fade]
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji

[Verse 3: J Nyce]
I hit you so hard, it knock the stickers off your hat
The force of which you fall blow the heart out your back
Drop to the floor, they'll have to pick up where you at
Your corpse in a box and I dump 'bout six in your van
We're living so grand, maybe cause the rulers are damned
Let's do it again, like stormy weather that ruin your plans
A tool in his hand a .22 just chewing on skin
Just like you it don't go through to the end
It's brutal, my friend, it's my time, I'm due like the rent
My doodle spins blindside at the pull of the pen
Blow up a pad like I was pulling a pin
Have you spilling your guts, try holding 'em in
Blood pouring once more when I tore off your limbs
These cops crooked like your jaw when it come off my Timbs
You a faggot like your pops, I'm a son of a pimp
You maggots ain't fly until you muthafuckas grow wings

[Chorus: Kid Fade]
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji

[Verse 4: Shallow Pockets]
Fool, listen, if you're sick, I'm the immune system
Two fisting two chickens to the music's rhythm
Chew 'em, spit 'em, running through all these women
I'm winning, it's a new beginning, my whole religion is sinning
The homie sitting in prison, haven't written in a minute
I'll admit it, I fucked your wife right in front the children
What a feeling when I run in your building illing
Point guns at the ceiling, killing, every shot's one in a million
I smash your game like a bull inside a China shop
Moving so fast that I can't try to stop
My lines shine like the cuts on the diamond rocks
Your mind in shock with a spine shot, your lying to rot
Muthafucka, in a pile where your rhymes are tossed
Split open your head so you can find your thoughts
I'm like 007 with them spiral shots
Treat you like a used rubber when I cock a .9

[Chorus: Kid Fade]

The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji