Dead in the Streets lyrics

[Intro]
It's aligned

[Verse 1: Necro]
There's a message in a bottle
Wanna smash you in the face with that bottle at full throttle
You're a snitch like Otto, give you a lobotomy
Leave you with a blood clot in your arteries
Your blood clot with heart disease
You lack heart, you're two-face like Aaron Eckhart
The schmeckle that flip from the TEC'll rip your neck apart
You're a faggot like Sacha Baron, Brüno
Chop you into little pieces like kasha varnishkes, you know?
That's buckwheat, your girl's f*ck meat
I buck heat at you, sucka, 'cause you f*cking repeat sh*t likе a parakeet
I need a new b*tch every week, probably nеver marry a creep
More like an Arab sheikh with a harem of freaks
I'll lay you out in the street, you'll cry in defeat
You're on some weirdo sh*t, you're into feet
You're incomplete, you nincompoop
You're into poop and p*ss, b*tch, you cut queefs
Ho, I'll put you on the skewer like chess

[Chorus: Kid Fade]
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
[Verse 2: Demunz]
I was psychotic before, now I'm crazier than back then
We're the madmen rising up from the crack dens
Storming through the streets of Manhattan
On the back of the Kraken packing a MAC-10
Stab you with a black pen
Proceed with caution, stone cold like Austin
I'm packing Glocks often to put you in your coffin
pus*y poppin', I'll kick your skull until it softens
We're coming for your head, but it's not the only thing I'm chopping
I'm knee-deep in blood with red socks like Boston
Watch the way you're talking, or we might end up boxing
Give me Oxycontin and a c*nt to stick my c*ck in
Or we'll put you in a wheelchair, just like Stephen Hawking's
You're a walking dead man, a snuff film on webcam
Necro carries guns and strangles thugs with their headbands
I'll OD on meth and blackout like Redman
And leave you in a body cast sh*tting in a bedpan

[Chorus: Kid Fade]
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
[Verse 3: J Nyce]
I hit you so hard, it knock the stickers off your hat
The force of which you fall blow the heart out your back
Drop to the floor, y'all can't think of where you at
Your corpse in a box, put about six in your van
We're living so grand, maybe 'cause the rulers are damned
Let's do it again, like stormy weather that ruin your plans
A tool in this hand, a .22 just chewing your skin
Just like you, it don't go through to the end
It's brutal, my friend, it's my time, I'm due like the rent
My doodle spins blindside at the pull of the pen
Blow up a pad, like I was pulling a pin
Have you spilling your guts, try holding 'em in
Blood pouring once more when I tore off your limbs
These cops crooked like your jaw when it come off my Timbs
You a faggot like your pops, I'm a son of a pimp
You maggots ain't fly until you motherf*ckers grow wings

[Chorus: Kid Fade]
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
[Verse 4: Shallow Pockets]
Fool, listen, if you're sick, I'm the immune system
Two-fisting two chickens to the music's rhythm
Chew 'em, spit 'em, running through all these women (Yah)
I'm winning, it's a new beginning, my whole religion is sinning
The homie sitting in prison, haven't written in a minute
I'll admit it, I f*cked your wife right in front of the children
What a feeling when I run in your building illing (Yah)
Point guns at the ceiling, killing, every shot's one in a million
I smash your game, like a bull inside a China shop (Yah)
Moving so fast that I can't try to stop
My lines shine, like the cuts on the diamond rocks
Your mind in shock with a spine shot, you lyin' to rot
Motherf*cker, in a pile where your rhymes are tossed
Split open your head, so we can find your thoughts
I'm like double 07 with them spiral shots
Treat you like a used rubber when your c*ck knocked

[Chorus: Kid Fade]
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji
The streets'll never be dead, leave you dead in the street
This beat is crack and I'll crack your head to the beat
I'm a zombie and you're Gandhi
Stupid like a blondie, you are a piece of my Jumanji