Hell to Pay by GAWNE (Ft. Craig Owens & KXNG Crooked)
Hell to Pay by GAWNE (Ft. Craig Owens & KXNG Crooked)

Hell to Pay

GAWNE & KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens * Track #1 On Gawne Mad

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Hell to Pay by GAWNE (Ft. Craig Owens & KXNG Crooked)

Release Date
Sun May 27 2018
Performed by
GAWNEKXNG Crooked & Craig Owens
Produced by
Dansonn
Writed by
Crooked I & GAWNE & Craig Owens

Hell to Pay Lyrics

[Verse 1: GAWNE]
I swore to the G.O.D, I was finna get mine
'Cause mama, you done made it out Chicago's west side
Ho ho, mama, let's ride- we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't going out quiet
Got time on my left wrist, God on my right, but I'm out of my right mind, so be quiet
And don't ask what I'm rapping for- this shit is personal
My momma gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursin' home
'Cause name five MCs in the game right now who could take me down
I'll wait- Crooked, we might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now
When I hit 'em with the pro tank
Profane flow, til' the propane flame goes out
Until then, I'm the rap godzilla
Miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down
Cause I came for the most hateful, cave troll
In the white house of an AWOL and his wife with an a-hole
Women say, "No", but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful
The man knows that he can't lose at a few scandals when Vladimir Putin is handing 'em
Wikileaks used to advantage the spirit in Hillary puttin' that nail through the casket
And it's a freaking apparent this country is reaching a point
Of combustion, but faith in humanity's practically vanishing
Conservative values have died, they're inanimate
And liberals are panickin'- turn into pussies, they packin' they bags up and moving to Canada
Canada! You motherfuckers ain't really man enough
How'd I give a fuck? I'm never runnin' for nothin'
Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody
In the opposition, I'ma beat it, open up a can of the whoopee
I'm whooping the mag cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend, I wreck it
My records are breakin' every single record known to man
And the second the world ain't ready for the return of the mic murderin' menace
I hurt 'em and burn 'em- I'm pennin' the word of the minute so call him a medic with anesthetic
Before they turnin' to someone you never heard of
Pathetic, at first I was headed for heaven
But the devil said I'd be better never repentin' for my pen
Again when the venom is venerable, I'm too fuckin' incredible
Unbiteable flow, it is inedible
My legible, my decibels and trebles are impeccable
One flip of the rap and kickin' it back to the momentum
I first had it when I was entering my zone
Whoa, look at the show- Luke Gawne, Crooked I and Craig O
You probably thought I was gonna slaughter every syllable
But I'm rippin' em, the best when I'm making it spit it
Bitch, I'm limitless (Yo!)

[Chorus: Craig Owens, KXNG Crooked]
Walking on with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Vision perfect, fantasy isn't
Rotting 'till I'm dead- voices spread, nobody listen
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay (Uh, Crooks, go!)

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Everybody worry about they guns in the second amendment
End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance
You want America to ban every weapon invented
Just put a gun in a real nigga hands
'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans
Elephant in a room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)
Still live in a womb, I'ma smoke ya
Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya
Even if you're ill with your hands, you still getting killed- it don't matter
When a shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window at the Mandalay bay, like he had a McCain
He sprayin', the crowd shattered, and the data don't add up- more than 58 dead
Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead
But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground
With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter
From the automatic ratata-tata that'll make you change everything in your mind frame
When the time came, Dylann Roof let his .9 aim
Walk into the church, turn that shit into a fire range
Squeezin' on the deacon til' his mind hangs, sideways
Nine slain- cries, pain, eyes drain, lies, blame
How do I explain hatred to a underage kid
Who's parents got their lives claimed by a killer
That the coppers got a whopper for at the Burger King
After the murder scene, they don't give a fuck if we all die
Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by
Slaughterhouse logo pig gettin' hogtied
Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils bein' greedy for dineros
But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid monument, my eye's on top of it
I'm all-eyes seein', like Horus
All I ever needed was a chorus, the shit that get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook
These killers shook- you're lookin' at Crooked, you're lookin' at a book
Crook is a thesaurus, godlike being
This industry is full of shady -isms, they be in a favouritism, take a listen
Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible
Whoever said he did it, I'ma call it plagiarism
They was into Atheism, Paganism, Satanism- wait a minute
Pay the menace great attention- haters pissin', they be trippin'
They be listin' crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty bit 'em
Ate 'em like a plate of chicken
Players stick 'em for the blatant haterism
Say the mission ain't a mission if the lyricism isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures
You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers
I gun smoke blunt rappers quicker than your blazin' swisha

[Chorus: Craig Owens]
Walking on with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Vision perfect, fantasy isn't
Rotting 'till I'm dead- voices spread, nobody listen
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Hell to Pay Q&A

Who wrote Hell to Pay's ?

Hell to Pay was written by Crooked I & GAWNE & Craig Owens.

Who produced Hell to Pay's ?

Hell to Pay was produced by Dansonn.

When did GAWNE release Hell to Pay?

GAWNE released Hell to Pay on Sun May 27 2018.

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