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Gangster & Juggalo Kind of rap!
I don't like to call it a band, because I go solo, and working with somebody else is kinda hard. I'm juggalo, but I'm making my own thing, Inkicidal.
Ink = Ink Blot
Icidal = Killer
Ink + Icidal = Inkicidal
Inkicidal = Ink Killa
Inkicidals are straight up killas, fresh as a motha fuck, Inked out, paint wearing, knife running, crazy motha fuckas!
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Story behind the song
Beginning Verse:
1.It's the sound of ICP killing Eminem while he's screaming.
First Verse:
1.Death doesn't mean you can't ressurect.
Second Verse:
1.I have a dream, on becoming famous and rich from the music I make, I enjoy all the wealth that surrounds me while others suffer and wont do anything about it.
2.I'm another underground rapper like others who eventually becomes famous one day.
3.13K Wrekerdz hasn't started yet, but in the future my dream will come true.
Third Verse:
1.This is to dedicate for people who just hate Eminem straight up, entire diss about him throughout the whole song.
2.I may not be a Slipknot Maggot, but I'd still beat some ass like one.
3.Then on the gangsta part to the cut up wrist part, that part is describing my past of my life.
This song was to talk about the ghost who I gave respect to, since he'd encourage me to stick with my goals and help me with it. I've hated Eminem since I was in 4th grade, I dont know why? But I know I've had that hatred towards him, but I give him props, he has fresh ass instrumentals.
Lyrics
Beginning Verse:
*Eminem screaming*
*ICP stabbing and laughing*
*Ink talking reverse*
The story of a realistic dream
13K showing things that must be seen
I did this song for the ghost who sings
and for Inkicidals who heard this message, I hope your pleased
This song just reveals how we'll all soon be the diseased
Verse 1:
They say I cant rap about killing no more
then they say I cant rap about dealing no more
motha fuck you more!
I'm a still kill and deal to a fucking crack whore!
This song is how it all begins
no fans
no chans
just me selling grams to jug fams and drug addicted bands
no fucking chance
i thought death was my romance
till the day of my suicide, demons danced to dance
i came back to life, satan pissed his pants
I'm back alive, wait a minute, i never died
even though i tried, something special unlocked inside
fuck my special gift, uplift, thrift, n shift
bitch get the drift? I came to bring back the fortune and fame
you have no game, Ink Blot puts out your life flame
put you to shame, I can bitch slap the sound out your name
pain, but no gain, red rain, a quick claim on driving the crazy train
If you asked my problem, it'd be my inkicidal brain
Dont ask bitch, its just part of why I'm insane
Chorus:
If I wanted to die, I'd be dead everyday
motha fuckin care on a word that you say
just another fucking clown around to play
nothing like the magic spirit of the 13K
Verse 2:
Hey, I would be dead everyday
still regardless on what you say
13K, made my eyes grey
killa gay, D like delray, piss me off, I dont fucking play
i only play when i pimp hoes n these kind of things
it makes me think on how i earn my blings
chains n rings, diamonds from drug dealings
cap peelings, mosh pittings, and big wheelings
the options of these things makes me think about my greens
poisonings from nikoteens, murder scenes from them dope fiends
fuck a cop, I'm like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
if you fuck with that, I'm a knock yo face in like Butta Bean
Or like Killa C, I'll stab you in your splein if you know what I mean
I sag my jeans, and rap like a fucking MC
But no MC could rap so crazy like this G
Im a cross between ICP, BIG and DO double G
Fuck a Nelly, I'm a hit em up like Makaveli
Cause I'm the BLOT
I'm a drop da bomb
I fucked yo mom, made her scream yayuh like lil John
13K Records, the underground label that'll never be gone
13th hour strikes out at the strike of dawn
in 361, we hit it up with a bong, so sing a long
here comes the next verse of this crazy ass song
Chorus:
If I wanted to die, I'd be dead everyday
motha fuckin care on a word that you say
just another fucking clown around to play
nothing like the magic spirit of the 13K
Verse 3:
fuck you!
I'm one of many juggalos who hate Eminem
why am I using his beat? shit, I stole it from them!
insane clowns use the word feminem, but I'd call him faggot
I aint a slipknot maggot, but I'd kick his ass if I was his age so dont drag it
hatas hate me cause with my jeans I sag it
on walls, I tag it
I have to admit, I once was a down ass gangsta
fuck a wangsta
my family would get shot at by them drive by bangstas
you hear me rappin now for awhile
rydin at the silver brick aisle
afraid of the inkicidal, motha fucka, that's my style
13K and the Blot gets dissed
fucking pissed
you'd be quickly on my hitlist
so I'm a break yo fist and slice up on your wrist
my ass is the thing you last kissed
get the gist?
shows them the realest to the fullest
got more bullets, so your baby mama down for a fuck fest
talk more shit, and i'll put some slugs to yo chest
try to talk shit to the Blot, cause of your truth or dare
I'm a beat your ass, bitch I dont fucking care
I'm like Bone Crusha, Bitch! I aint neva scared!
I'm a show ya how I finish it on my block like Yayuh!
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