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Story behind the song
Co-written by Hyrule and Bisch the Phocks to the Power Money Respect beat. It is the second song off my first release and phocks and hyrule both appear on the chorus. It's just a nice bullshit theme song.
Lyrics
(chorus)
C for the cats he balls with all night
A for the ass holes he always wants to fight
S for the sorry bitches who doubted his skill
E for everyone that hes ever killed
Y for all of y'all out there who knows
Casey O'connor, thuggin with his hoes
You put that shit together, CASE CLOSED
Pull the fuck over, it's the guy everyone knows
The gun totin, blunt smoking fucka Case Closed
Reppin for Burlmasta with all the hoes
Running and gunnin down cops by the rows
Buck shot blows blowing off your toes
Makes for mobiles foes as their end comes close
Always packin heat, as I hit the street
Last guy on earth that you'd wanna meet
You'll feel the defeat of being smashed into concrete
You should all learn your lesson
Be cool with Closed or taste his S and Wesson
Full of aggression, no question, when the cops get me I do no fessin
I’m the sickest at shows
Critical blows so be quick on your toes
Quick on ya flows
While I’m dickin ya hoes
Cause everyone knows
Its Case Closed
Preyin on his foes
You better Believe I got a short fuse
Light it and I’m a crazy motherfucka on booze
Clad in body armor winning one on one duals
Roll with all my trues who say "fuck off" to rules
Leaving a trail of empy shells and lots of blood ppols
Strapped with an shotgun, grenades, and an Uz
Out making drug deals alone with my crews
Pimping hot hoes, usin woman like tools
Always the top story on the six o clock news
I blow em all into the wall with my nine
Empty a whole clip into your spine
Take dozens of haters down at a time
If poppin caps wasn't a crime
Then I'd kill you instead of listening to you whine
And I put four shells in your head, one for each leaf of the clover
But it aint your lucky day bitch, stop breathin, roll over
So be quick on your toes
Cause everyone knows
Its Case Closed
Preyin on his foes
Stop drop and roll
That's what they say when you're house on fire
No getting away today, I slashed out your tire
The dictating ruler of a notorious empire
With an undying desire to be a hit man for hire
Smoking the reefer getting higher and higher
I sit on a throne, bitch you call me sire
Even though I'm still a teen, I’m dominating the scene
I’m rocking rocawear, you wearing ll bean
Im a mean, unclean, killin machine, semi automatic fiend
Gimme the green or this’ll become a murder scene
I'm mean if you mess, pissed off from stress
Best of the best, I'll piss on success
So don't think your safe with a bullet proof vest
That’ll only help you if I aim for the chest
Cause its that crazy motherfucker everyone knows
Case Closed, preyin on his foes
