Crank testo – Zeds Dead

I feel like King Kong snorting cocaineYou can't fuck with me, this is foreplayThis is everything I told 'em I would portrayThey're calling me a killer, I guess murder is my forte Never short changed, gotta get my money upStacks in the duffel 'til I can't get the zipper shutIf they try and go to war I should wish them luckCause all I fear is God, so I could give a fuck You will all fall victim to my planIf you're looking for answers get in the line, fanOh it gets hot in the kitchen, hot as a cayenneBut I can handle the heat hotter than Iran I am the man, handing out toe tagsYour life in my hands, throw bagI've been in this a minute, didn't you know that?Plus I've been waiting to go, why should I hold back? There's no chance, so the haters better pipe downGet yourself in the zone for tonight's soundIf you want to get this song, cut the lights outWe could do this right now, we should do this right now To all my people that belong in a padded roomWith their caution to the wind-type of attitudeAll my dub heads, all they see is blood redThey ask about the old me, I tell them that he's fucking dead HE'S FUCKING DEAD!

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