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letra de chrome thang [og] - soul takers

[chorus: wild child]
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot

[verse 1: evil son]
what do you see when you look in the mirror?
the n-gga they call the evil son
leavin’ you numb, you n-ggas can’t run, blowin’ you up like in vietnam
torture your body, your souls i take when i unleash the rap of my nine milli slug
leavin’ your body in a pool, redrum
evil son callin’ you, n-ggas so calm
look into the eyes of the mask when i blast
leavin’ your body lyin’ dead in the grass
crucifix cuttin’ you up like freddy, blessin’ you with this holy machete
deadly dreams, i’m hearin’ sirens as i hear these silent screams
one, two? we comin’ for you, evil son known as a demonic fiend
diminishin’ you with a blink of an eye, your body givin’ off a smell
walkin’ through four corners, just like walkin’ through the gates of h-ll
ashes to ashes, dust to dust, this psychopath’s goin’ into a rage
crucifix holdin’ you down as i slice you up with razor-blades
boil your skin, i have no friends, i’m gigglin’ with an evil grin
takin’ control of your soul is so bold, stickin’ a pitchfork up your nose
glance into this crystal ball, busters end up meetin’ they maker
evil son and crucifix, taking your soul, ’cause we’re the soul takers
[verse 2: crucifix]
you f-cked up, it’s time for cap peelin’
you talkin’ ’bout fighting, i’m talkin’ ’bout k!llin’
crucifix in this b-tch for the ’96
you talkin’ that sh-t, now you gonna die, b-tch
we comin’ out hard, brackin’ slugs, what’s up?
run for your life, in your back catch a slug
nine in a chamber, i’m just full of anger
blow up like some bombs, you come and get some
n-ggas i’m jackin’, my mind is just snappin’
who gon’ be hit? the wig always split
don’t come with no talk, crucifix got a yawk
crushin’ your legs to the point you can’t walk
that handicap sign on the back of your ride
you gon’ die, crucifix gon’ be alive
blood is showin’, your heart gon’ be blown
up out of your chest as i put you to rest
the devil keep tellin’ me “k!ll every busta”
crucifix gotta do what satan say
crucifix blowin’ these n-ggas away
in the midst of the river, your body gon’ lay
i’m barrin’ no buster or punk motherf-cker
bruisin’ my knuckle while serving these suckers
listen to me as i talk to myself
i promise you bustaz gon’ meet your death
walk through the mound with a devil look on my face
mass murderer leavin’ no trace
scared of the dark, claimin’ you hard
taking your souls, souls i take
scopin’ the scene with an infrared beam
slicin’ and dicin’, i’m fond of a guillotine
bring your dreams and watch ’em diminish
empty my clips and still i ain’t finished
[chorus: wild child]
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with them glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot

[verse 3: mac ran]
straight up outta riverside, holding my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
a blunt in my face, drinking a quart’
hollerin’ riverside, b-tch
pants sagging, dranking, laughing, checking n-ggas on the cut
crenshaw k!llers, riverside n-ggas, playaz just don’t give a f-ck
f-ck you, f-ck him, f-ck her, f-ck them
i don’t give a m-th-f-ck
this ain’t no studio gangsta sh-t
but mane, this sh-t is straight up riverside
here, ho, b-tch, the home of the k!llers, players, pimps
hustlers, shooters, real big d-ck gurillas on the corner
set the track, we jacking b-tches cause they talk sh-t
we don’t ever hesitate, we flat-foot get up in they sh-t
comin’ in packs in black ski-masks
gonna blast yo ass real fast then back
but back to the track [?], riverside dissin’ b-tch
crenshaw was my other set
claimin’ through the thirty show
9-6 n-ggas running sh-t all over nina tho
player ran gonna bring it real
f-ck a gangster fairytale
scopin’ out these hoes
f-ck these n-ggas livin’ farewell
[verse 4: tommy wright iii]
who can you run to? once your surrounded by n-ggas with tecs
soul takers on the quest, time to collect liq’s, f-ck respect
much sweat, dripping off of your face
lightning it’s so frightening
to me it’s exciting, chasing white folks through the woods
when they fall, you know it’s all good
michael myers, set ’em on fire
lighter fluid, there’s nothing to it
look up to the moon, i can see it’s kind of full
my hair grows long as i turn into a werewolf
chasin’, just like jason
gotta have more than a gun for this leprechaun
as i say, wanna play?
bloodl-st sugar, take a soul like chucky
scary looking knife, baby don’t be surprised
when i wake up on the morning, someone dead on the news
got mud on my shoes, but i swear i was asleep
bloodshed leaving clues, like i don’t tell the truth
witchcraft, as quick as that ho on bewitched
tommy wright will leave a n-gga in a ditch
soul takers, back breakers, like lex luthor, my idol freddy krueger
tales from the grim reaper, serve the crypt keeper
gotta let me know when to k!ll
norman bates can’t wait, so i shot him up a bit
as he bled, we called pinhead
went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror
no care, say candyman name 5 times
grab my smith & wesson, fl!cked on the light
tommy wright didn’t have no reflection

[chorus: wild child]
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot

- soul takers

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