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Story behind the song
Number 7 off my cd. It features some crazy verses from Bisch the Phocks and is just a shit talk track.
Lyrics
(Case)
I'm sick of this depression that I’m constant livin
I’m hungry for the music like it’s turkey at thanksgivin
People love to trash my music and hate on me
Hear some snickerin and laughing and they think I don't see
But I keep workin and workin fightin and fightin
Like an addict smoker on crack I just keep on lightin
Cause I can't eliminate all those who like to hate
Compared to case and the stilt all them are second rate
Fuck with me and the stilt you'll have decided your fate
We’ll storm up on your property like you’re Sharon tate
Theres no exceptions no loop holes I'll soon kill ya
Use the landmine or the chrome nine and just grill ya
Paint the sidewalk with a deep puddle of red
On examination the coroner find two shells in ya head
Teflon tipped nine milli ammo
Wit my fire power I’m packin you mistake me for Rambo
But the Vietcong and the gooks aint my enemy
Only people defacing the name and hatin on me
I live by a code a motto you could say
One rap track a day keeps the doctor away
I work like a scientist, mad in his lab
Me without rap is like jag without harm rabb
I run races around cats who just run bases
And I take the places of those when I close cases
With every fan I gain comes 10 or more haters
But I can spot them from a far like the moon and it’s craters
I have it planned bury hands among the sand
My tracks are in demand so I swat them with one hand
The cops are gonna find you, all my victims insist
But a police investigation, simply doesn’t exist
I’m found not guilty when ever I commit a crime
I’ve been waitin to kill some haters so now it’s time
(Bisch)
Touchin triggers with finger tips
Grab your necks with cobra grips
The blood from your body drips off the hands of case and bisch
My rhymes are never boring, fake or trippin
Make ya feel like sunday mornin pancakes cause ya flippin
Crush your label into the land like it was a soda can
I bet Yall didn't plan to be crumpled into the sand
Your lyrics are second hand, but ours are hot and should be fanned
Can't stand when i unravel your body into a strand
A different brand, of rap from the fox
Stunned from the inevitable beatings that he concocts
I'll Scare you out your socks and throw your corpse inside a box
Got red blotches on your body, like bloody chicken pox
You scared to act but im mellow,
When i jump on this track to rap fellow
The sky cracks when i bellow
White slacks become yellow
Contant attacks from my hands, i plan to make jello
If yall were jefferson i'd be your montechello
I'd like to say that i ripped you apart from hello
And lowered your bone mass, so loose a ton, you're skello
Deadly game of othello, played with your head and a sword
White becomes red, and it covers the board
(Case)
The dominate force will soon be takin over
A rare uncommon breed like the rap four leaf clover
We got the guns, the finesse, and the dress
We the best I’ll shoot ya ass for you can confess
Me afraid, ha I’ll do it in right in front of the po pos
Policemen can’t chase me cause they be they eatin ho hos
Fat fuckers are exhausted in the beginning of a chase
I’m like that show on CBS I disappear without a trace
Callin for back up ha I’m already gone
So pimped out like the arch bishop don magic juan
Hoes is a hobby, guns is my passion
To me wearin my concealed glock is fashion
Hidden under my shirt and in my belt
Bullets hit ya chest and through your vest they felt
On the ground now ha you thought you was safe
Tsk tsk ma Teflon tipped bullets don’t never chafe
(Bisch)
Don't leave your homes
or end up as a pile of bones
Don't answer you're phones
Hear chromes instead of dial tones
As soon as you're marked its already too late
Cause i'm ready to kill and pick up your realestate
Its hard to relate when your heads on a stake
And its hard to use your brain when hot lead makes it bake
Your first mistake was to front me and hate
So what I want i'll take, and now your lifes on my plate
But don't
