Slaytanic, D-Mo Bravo, Dwight Trash - Nickel City Stranglaz Lyrics

Don't sleep
You'll catch a bad one
When I stab you with Trash Man's
Homemade penitentiary tat gun
Old school cemetary playin' cap guns
Rubber bands stack funds
Wack em
Bust ya ass eight ball
Winner take all
Call me Good Fella
This dookie break balls
Don't drink D-Mo Kool-Aid
This dookie break balls
Watch the fake fall
The blade phantom
Made man run
Subliminal antics
Aerosol fat tips
Surveillance criminals
Candid cameras capture widows
Sink into sand quick
My ancestry becomes Wolven
When I link with Slaytanic
Hit with the magnum
Power chip cannon
Holding my grip laughin'
You get shot on random
Horror torture with the gas can
Lunatics gotta stab them
Remember things
Like dismember limbs and bag them
You wack fuck
I could get no pleasure betta
Then to see you hacked up
What
Slaytanic reppin' for the HTC
705
The big Nickel City strangler's
Headbanger's
The face removal mangler's
My tentacles
Roaming through your skull
Enter the unified parallel
That is my mind
You may rewind
My rhymes
To learn about these sacred times
My beats drop on a dime
Perfect time
Keepin' fake MC's in line
Slaytanic beats crushing
Through the cortex of your cranium
Droppin' bombs on crowded stadiums
And now I laugh as all the sheep run
They're done
If you be steppin'
You gonna need a high powered weapon
Cause when I spit
All the volcano's on the Earth
Take a giant shit
I send you
To the sands of the Holy Land
To feel the pain
Of a thousand lies insane
It's the perfect time for this serial killer within
To smile it's black toothed grin
Fatality for the win
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
Oh for fuck sakes
This is fuckin' bullshit
God damn it!
Gotta start on time
First day at the butcher shop
I chopped off your fucking head
Last day at the chopping block
Your body rots
And maggots begin to colonize
Fuck sloppy twats
And faggots who sin
And swallow lies
Satanic treats are like
Eating the devil's wife
While she's on her rags
Slaytanic beats are like
Beating a rebels wife
With your fucking flag
You need no proof to see
That we the truth
You'll bleed profusively
As I read your fucking eulogy
You goof pussy
I'm over the top
Like the noose end over a loose ends
I blow my top
I lose friends cause I bruise limbs
D-Mo, Mars, Felon, Disco
Trash Man, Jamie, Assassin
We go hard
Hell this shit
So blast back as we slashin'
Why fuck your mother
It's your grandfather I like to fuck
I tried your daughter
She said grandmother I think it's stuck
HTC
Wolven Ancestry
Hardcore heathens
Slit your throat
Choke you to death
To stop the bleedin'
Think we're insane
Don't even get me started bro
We're Ted Bundy
Jeffrey Dahmer
And a little bit of Paul Bernardo
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
Yo
The real 705
What?
Yo, you can't fuck with this
We built it from the ground up
Yeah motherfucker
What's good?

Don't sleep
You'll catch a bad one
When I stab you with Trash Man's
Homemade penitentiary tat gun
Old school cemetary playin' cap guns
Rubber bands stack funds
Wack em
Bust ya ass eight ball
Winner take all
Call me Good Fella
This dookie break balls
Don't drink D-Mo Kool-Aid
This dookie break balls
Watch the fake fall
The blade phantom
Made man run
Subliminal antics
Aerosol fat tips
Surveillance criminals
Candid cameras capture widows
Sink into sand quick
My ancestry becomes Wolven
When I link with Slaytanic
Hit with the magnum
Power chip cannon
Holding my grip laughin'
You get shot on random
Horror torture with the gas can
Lunatics gotta stab them
Remember things
Like dismember limbs and bag them
You wack fuck
I could get no pleasure betta
Then to see you hacked up
What
Slaytanic reppin' for the HTC
705
The big Nickel City strangler's
Headbanger's
The face removal mangler's
My tentacles
Roaming through your skull
Enter the unified parallel
That is my mind
You may rewind
My rhymes
To learn about these sacred times
My beats drop on a dime
Perfect time
Keepin' fake MC's in line
Slaytanic beats crushing
Through the cortex of your cranium
Droppin' bombs on crowded stadiums
And now I laugh as all the sheep run
They're done
If you be steppin'
You gonna need a high powered weapon
Cause when I spit
All the volcano's on the Earth
Take a giant shit
I send you
To the sands of the Holy Land
To feel the pain
Of a thousand lies insane
It's the perfect time for this serial killer within
To smile it's black toothed grin
Fatality for the win
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
Oh for fuck sakes
This is fuckin' bullshit
God damn it!
Gotta start on time
First day at the butcher shop
I chopped off your fucking head
Last day at the chopping block
Your body rots
And maggots begin to colonize
Fuck sloppy twats
And faggots who sin
And swallow lies
Satanic treats are like
Eating the devil's wife
While she's on her rags
Slaytanic beats are like
Beating a rebels wife
With your fucking flag
You need no proof to see
That we the truth
You'll bleed profusively
As I read your fucking eulogy
You goof pussy
I'm over the top
Like the noose end over a loose ends
I blow my top
I lose friends cause I bruise limbs
D-Mo, Mars, Felon, Disco
Trash Man, Jamie, Assassin
We go hard
Hell this shit
So blast back as we slashin'
Why fuck your mother
It's your grandfather I like to fuck
I tried your daughter
She said grandmother I think it's stuck
HTC
Wolven Ancestry
Hardcore heathens
Slit your throat
Choke you to death
To stop the bleedin'
Think we're insane
Don't even get me started bro
We're Ted Bundy
Jeffrey Dahmer
And a little bit of Paul Bernardo
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
This goes out
To the Nickel City Strangler's
Headbanger's
Killer microphone mangler's
Slanga's
Homie we got that
Two five for real shit
We all ride
Do or die
Yo
The real 705
What?
Yo, you can't fuck with this
We built it from the ground up
Yeah motherfucker
What's good?