Stan The Man - Superman lyrics

(Chorus: Evil Pimp) Busters act like Superman, But bullets be your kryptonite You best have your cape so you can fly up to the afterlife (Verse 1: Evil Pimp) I peep, Then creep, Count sheep and go to sleep You n***as got some problems, Automatic's gonna see Your flesh, A mess, My nuts you best not test You player haters get free pa**es to my k**ing fest Confess, This nine, Which I'll rush you and touch you to your spine Can you handle the pain of my f**ing rouge Chrome, If you can't, Then I advise you to hide I dine, On blood, As I check off my job popping slugs Cause Evil Pimp is from the f**ing black market, I'm selling your organs in jugs With sauces, Your process, I takes no shorts or losses Your family found your body outside down on bloody crosses My fortress for horses, With your blood I begin to paint portraits Take a run through the hall with blood stains on the wall and the trail of my mutilated corpses I burst, It hurts, I love the way blood squirts The pain and suffering is what like satisfies my thirst Your verse was worse, So better stay motherf**ing alert When I give up my Evil, I tend to see n***as be face down on the planet of Earth (Chorus: Evil Pimp) (Verse 2: Stan Da Man) Stan from the Klan, Gun in hand, Acting like Superman Blow a n***as a** off, Catch a lemon slipping is so simple and planned Buster put your hands up, Like a broken mirror, I'm coming with bad luck Leaving n***as bucked bucked bucked, Leave a lemon bleeding rotting in my trunk North side n***as talking sh**, Understanding like they commit a felony Sweet robbery, Shooting motherf**ers my specialty Leaving corpses under my bed, Hidden under lumber just from smelling so dead Model and fake under the map, Superman n***as get shot in they head Hot as hell summertime, Walking down the street perpetrating this crime Keep your family in the house while the Stan Man is walking out late night Scoping out the f**ing b**h, n***a don't be knowing that he about to be hit About to get a raise because we so quick, Leave him fully shot then we get Hanging out the liquor store, Getting me a Miller so I got a buck-o Lighting up the Swisha Sweet, Take a f**ing hit and I'm about to get blown Busters act like Superman, But I got your kryptonite If you really Superman, Stop this bullet from my nine (Chorus: Evil Pimp) (End of the song)