AG Da Coroner - King Piranha lyrics

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AG Da Coroner - King Piranha lyrics

[AG Da Coroner] King a n***a, checkmate Bust through your chestplate Chop you into little pieces Leave you in the next state What the f** you smiling at? We don't do that gay sh** Revival of the Geto Boys This ain't Kid N Play sh** Beat a n***a up music Track marks, drug abusin' Speaker pop, k** a cop Hood sh**, Land Cruisin' Church bells ring when we do our thing You know what that mean call the next of kin To identify the body, forty and the shotty In the morgue, hit him with a sword, dump him in the lobby Body bag holder, bust you in the head with a boulder Flatline, give you the cold shoulder (HE AIN'T BREATHIN'!) Rumor has it we that next rap gang You feel any different you best be ready to bang No wave ridin', dick s**in' not allowed Rock stages like no other I got the crowd Risin' to they feet, screamin' for the Coroner I know where Love is, pa I don't have to ask foreigner Mic booth in critical condition They don't make 'em like us We that limited edition [J-Love] Codename: Leatherface Werewolf salivate Carnivore activator p**y n***a regulator Tired of the bullsh** Keep the f**in' plug rap King of the Jungle Decapitate snakes and rats I got a thirst for True Blood like a vampire bat Jason Terry, wild cat More pardons than a diplomat All hail the entrance Here's the King for the reference I move like Donald Trump You move like an apprentice Department of Corrections I took a life sentence I treasure hip-hop You chase the modern day gimmicks Gettin' big like a Yukon Saliva is napalm A Warrior like Cleon, Ajax, or Swann Finesse with the liver Shots of Goldschlager Rather freeze in Benihana's Like King Piranhas Move slow like E. Honda With the reach of Dhalsim Defend my bredren like a Vietnam veteran My codes and morals from the Ronald Reagan Era You eighties crack babies don't know any better Not much to expect from the internet intellects Go with J-Love and it's time to collect [Hook (2x)] King Piranha (2x) He k**s for sport [J-Love] Money like Baccarat Old school Thundercat Higher level acrobat Big body Cadillac 4x4 Lumberjack Hundred dollar money stacks Pillow sized herbal sacks Smokin' on that anthrax Lost identity, it's gone with the wind Like Jeremy Lin, try'na make New York win Son I don't play the bandwagon or piggyback Front line General, President in fact Go check my discography A rap anthology Hell on Earth like Prodigy Causing Havoc properly No one's f**in' stoppin' me Watch from the sidelines Redefine the guidelines to this rap shine Yo this track hits hard like a sack from Lawrence Taylor Smokin' water like a sailor An obvious failure Get hit by the ?? like your name was ? While I move around the globe like a FedEx Mailer ?? wisdom, Nostradamus vision Shout to my brother Told him hold me down in prison So sit back and listen We the King Piranhas Like Mary J. Blige You don't want no drama [AG Da Coroner] Stiff body, rigor mortis settin' in f** your top 5 and whoever that they better than You just mad cause your girlfriend want me Your whole style is a**, your flow is donkey The streets are my Co-D, ask around n***as who know me Will tell you that my lifestyle's low key Real n***as still move in silence We never get bagged and we practice violence The game done changed but not for the good of our culture We surrounded by snakes and vultures Grown men gettin' jealous over other dudes Insecure f*ggots wanna step into their mother's shoes Throw a dress on, h*mo maneuver Born with the bloodline of J. Edgar Hoover Nobody wants to speak on the state of things That's preventing us from moving onto greater things King piranhas, teeth like a ginsu Lock jaw on that a** and bite like a pitbull Dollars by the fistful Stick you with a pistol Slugs through your tissue Your casket gon' fit you [Hook]

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