Sons of Kain lyrics

[Chrous]
(One n*gga tried to cross me out over a funky b*tch)
(Two of my other b*tches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool)

(One n*gga tried to cross me out over a funky b*tch)
(Two of my other b*tches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool)

[Verse: Haarper]
Reminiscing, I’m missing the sight of killing
That glistening on my chains
Wrapped around your f*cking neck
I choke and maim
Fed the mo’f*cker each drop of the pain
Giving in to the stain of the rites of the killin'
That I’ve unleashed upon the world
That life is what I’m stealing
Put ’em in the ground for the burnt house
Bruce Lee with a fist to your chest now
I‘m summoning the hearse, don’t stress out
Now take another pain to the help down
You’re bleeding from the eyes
b*tch bro crying you claim that you were reminiscent to the cycle repeats as you bathed in defeat of my enemies force so careless
[Chorus]
(One n*gga tried to cross me out over a funky b*tch)
(Two of my other b*tches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse: Santos Santana]
Santos, the bass go boom
I’m the killer superperson, f*ck with me and they’re cursed
My cup go my list Persian rug 1
Work precise like I’m a surgeon
f*cking mean? Mash it green
My cuisine, from A to Z
That’s my routine
Sin siff teen
Silent killer, ain’t no screams
Selective living there when I'll be tracking the trance
Run up my numbers so I feel like a bank (f*ck)
Heart and shooting your neck (f*ck)
b*tch, I’ll be robbing your breath (f*ck)
My time will make you regret (f*ck)
I’m the one causing your death (run)
Run, little b*tch, I just walk up there to stick
You bet

[Chorus]
(One n*gga tried to cross me out over a funky b*tch) (Santos, the bass go boom)
(Two of my other b*tches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool)
(One n*gga tried to cross me out over a funky b*tch)
(Two of my other b*tches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool)

(One n*gga tried to cross me out over a funky b*tch)
(Two of my other b*tches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty, nighty, nighty, nighty)

(One n*gga tried to cross me out over a funky b*tch)
(Two of my other b*tches, finna put 'em in a clique)
(Three different hoes running games while he's drinking brew)
(Four drops of visine, nighty night, damn fool)