Canarsie Kings lyrics

- You hear about the points who were savin' up in Boston?
- Oh, it's terrific, yeah
- I thought you'd never shut the f*ck up
- What are we gonna do with him?
- Get rid of him, chop him up and get rid of him, all the way out
- Frank, hey Frank, let's chop him up
- Alright
- Where you goin', where you goin' you dizzy mothaf*cka you, come on!
- I thought you said chop him up
- At Charlie's not here! Why are we gonna chop him here?
- Come on, what are you doing, get the f*ck outta here, I better shall let him f*cking drive, what are you waitin' for?
- I went to (?), what do you mean?
- Get thе f*ck outta here, what f*ckin' warmin' up, get thе f*ck outta here!

Verse 1:

Gore’s back, the fourth Zodiac, sharpshooter, top of the pack
I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq
Y'all know the cult's back, the most hated with the sickest flow
Control freak handin' out cups like I was Jim Jones
Bury the rubble, half y'all live in the bubble
Fakin' my own death to forge passports and body doubles
Flash to '86, bubble coats, toast and sneakers
Slay ya wrists, keep the posse thick, ropes and beepers
Dead celebrities, real life ain't as dope as the movies
Mental Funeral, the trauma unit since it was juvies
Out the hood groupies, coke head thugs and rock cuties
Mötley Crüe sl*ts love to chew c*ck and cop boobies
Swing the Warhammer, see me on tour flyin' the Gore banner
The pigs tryna catch me out shoppin' I'm so modest
The Gods are Metal so consider the dream
Elvis is dead and 2Pac he livin' in Queens
Verse 2:

Farragut Road, the peas get stuck with a cannon
Snuffed out by Booger and Chills, I'm puffin' the Dragon
Playin' Kappa G's?, the whole project was savage
Back in '88 when Deceps was f*ckin' up Arabs
Uncle Howie caught in a mosh, baldheads duckin' from cops
The amputee freak who used to suck c*ck
Elly at the retard gettin' locked out, it's famous
Rockin' a cape, sleepin' up in elevators, butt naked
Lately I'm burned for not finishin' dinners
She used to sniff coke in front of the winder while dancin' on Mirror
Joey shot his b*tch in the stomach then did his own wig
The funny thing is he lived and had a couple o' kids
Like Cece, she used to go bolds for 40s
My sister gave her daughter AIDS, raped from being in the toilet
Whoever want the powder, we can bring it imported
Goretex, King of Canarsie, peace to Ody Dolorett?

Outro:

- Oh stop, open up, what the f*ck are you doin' in there? f*ckin' drink yourself f*ckin' scared, come on!
- Hey. What is it guys?
- What is it with you, huh? Ah, this f*ckin' game you ain't gon' never be ready!
- f*ck, did you bring me coffee?
- What do I look like, your f*ckin' caterer? Come on, Frank will make you coffee get up, he'll make coffee
- Thought you had one of your b*tches in here
- Yeah, I did, where the f*ck is she?
- Haha! We got these hot books around though order a snitch or somethin'
- I ain't done it
- It's 11:30, you weren't supposed to be here, you know, we were supposed to be there by 9
- sh*t I'll be ready
- Yeah you were always f*ckin' late, you're were late for your own f*ckin' funeral