Royce Da 5'9" - Where Sinners Dwell lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9] I'm coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwell We finish frail n***as with shells from splinter cells When losers win, winners fail, I'll cut your nose off To spite your face, until you decay you can't even call your scent a smell Mommy dragging a donkey, I'll pin a tail I been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is pale For the money I'll impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nails Put a hole in your racket like I turned your tennis ball into a spinning snail I laid off, they whole flow, on my day off I sprayed off That fofo, then made off, with more dough then Madoff I'm the Adolf, Hitler, of this sh** bruh No soul, my skeleton sneak Your ho, got a hella physique I hope she know I shoot boat loads Bon appetit, when she get to this house I'm a spit this out, turn a chicken's mouth to a pelican beak Heartbeat ready, as I get done up, sloppy steady Watch her do it, slob that knob. drop that jaw And watch her come up, Rocsi Eddie [Hook x4] From the depths of the city where sinners dwell [Verse 2: Crooked I] I'm coming from where sinners dwell Where ghetto America's future is poverty We inherited Lucifer's property They giving us n***as Hell Choose your philosophy Its usually hypocrisy Lose your democracy Nobody vote counting in 2012 So my Ruger is watching me I move the monopoly properly And due to this ruthless economy I got sh** for sell Our music's anomaly You dudes are just comedy In lieu of monogamy Your pooky on top of me And I did her well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yell The way I make that headboard quake, rate my s** on the Richter Scale Put it in a coffin, no pillow talking, cause all too often, a b**h will tell Only thing left on my pillow was a piece of a weave and some Paul Mitchell liquid gel No rapper's liver, yeah, go back and find her n***a that mainly spit, crazy sh**; prozac and fiber No rap surviver, n***a, don't act MacGyver When it get real in the field you a meal No appetizer [Hook x4]