Strangeulation II
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๐ Lyrics
Deevil!
Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails
Like nothing I've ever felt
Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons
As if I needed some help
Or a host to preserve the heathen
Got it, my brain is rotted
I swear to God that I'm not it
I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel
Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
Ain't nothing to it but to do it; i'm a mummy rappin
So get to clappin or dissin the clan you're hatin
Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever
Nobody comparing 'em better
I put shit together
America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up
Small talkin' to get you wet up
Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas
The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas
Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas
And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas
Get busy on niggas
This ain't no random some leekage
Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
The spieces
Strangeland we rain on your region
Meat wagon I come I be taggin' 'em
Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three
Got three magnums gaggin' em out
You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out
I'm tappin' 'em out
Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
About to make the world forget about what a major is
Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out
And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing
Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score
Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails
Like nothing I've ever felt
Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons
As if I needed some help
Or a host to preserve the heathen
Got it, my brain is rotted
I swear to God that I'm not it
I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel
Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
Ain't nothing to it but to do it; i'm a mummy rappin
So get to clappin or dissin the clan you're hatin
Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever
Nobody comparing 'em better
I put shit together
America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up
Small talkin' to get you wet up
Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas
The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas
Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas
And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas
Get busy on niggas
This ain't no random some leekage
Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
The spieces
Strangeland we rain on your region
Meat wagon I come I be taggin' 'em
Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three
Got three magnums gaggin' em out
You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out
I'm tappin' 'em out
Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
About to make the world forget about what a major is
Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out
And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing
Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.27] Deevil!
[00:09.84] Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
[00:11.60] Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails
[00:13.47] Like nothing I've ever felt
[00:15.25] Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons
[00:17.93] As if I needed some help
[00:18.80] Or a host to preserve the heathen
[00:20.65] Got it, my brain is rotted
[00:21.51] I swear to God that I'm not it
[00:23.47] I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
[00:25.21] I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
[00:27.96] Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
[00:31.58] Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
[00:33.39] Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel
[00:36.07] Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
[00:38.70] Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
[00:42.33] They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
[00:45.01] Ain't nothing to it but to do it; i'm a mummy rappin
[00:47.71] So get to clappin or dissin the clan you're hatin
[00:49.58] Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
[00:53.10] Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever
[00:56.75] Nobody comparing 'em better
[00:57.65] I put shit together
[00:59.45] America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up
[01:02.15] Small talkin' to get you wet up
[01:03.98] Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas
[01:06.62] The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas
[01:09.32] Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas
[01:12.03] And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas
[01:14.78] Get busy on niggas
[01:16.53] This ain't no random some leekage
[01:17.40] Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
[01:20.12] The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
[01:22.83] The spieces
[01:23.78] Strangeland we rain on your region
[01:26.47] Meat wagon I come I be taggin' 'em
[01:28.25] Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three
[01:30.19] Got three magnums gaggin' em out
[01:31.93] You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out
[01:34.67] I'm tappin' 'em out
[01:36.46] Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
[01:40.95] Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
[01:42.73] I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
[01:46.35] Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
[01:48.14] And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
[01:50.90] About to make the world forget about what a major is
[01:53.66] Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
[01:56.37] My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out
[01:59.01] And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
[02:01.78] He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
[02:04.45] But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing
[02:07.11] Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
[02:09.83] And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
[02:12.51] Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
[02:15.27] And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
[02:17.99] I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
[02:21.59] I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
[02:24.29] Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
[02:26.02] Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
[02:29.73] Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
[02:33.38] I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
[02:37.85] I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
[02:40.54] I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
[02:43.20] What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
[02:45.99] Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
[02:48.62] No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
[02:52.28] I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
[02:54.95] I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
[02:58.52] I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
[03:00.31] My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score
[03:06.22]
[00:09.84] Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
[00:11.60] Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails
[00:13.47] Like nothing I've ever felt
[00:15.25] Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons
[00:17.93] As if I needed some help
[00:18.80] Or a host to preserve the heathen
[00:20.65] Got it, my brain is rotted
[00:21.51] I swear to God that I'm not it
[00:23.47] I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
[00:25.21] I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
[00:27.96] Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
[00:31.58] Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
[00:33.39] Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel
[00:36.07] Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
[00:38.70] Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
[00:42.33] They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
[00:45.01] Ain't nothing to it but to do it; i'm a mummy rappin
[00:47.71] So get to clappin or dissin the clan you're hatin
[00:49.58] Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
[00:53.10] Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever
[00:56.75] Nobody comparing 'em better
[00:57.65] I put shit together
[00:59.45] America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up
[01:02.15] Small talkin' to get you wet up
[01:03.98] Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas
[01:06.62] The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas
[01:09.32] Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas
[01:12.03] And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas
[01:14.78] Get busy on niggas
[01:16.53] This ain't no random some leekage
[01:17.40] Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
[01:20.12] The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
[01:22.83] The spieces
[01:23.78] Strangeland we rain on your region
[01:26.47] Meat wagon I come I be taggin' 'em
[01:28.25] Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three
[01:30.19] Got three magnums gaggin' em out
[01:31.93] You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out
[01:34.67] I'm tappin' 'em out
[01:36.46] Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
[01:40.95] Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
[01:42.73] I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
[01:46.35] Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
[01:48.14] And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
[01:50.90] About to make the world forget about what a major is
[01:53.66] Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
[01:56.37] My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out
[01:59.01] And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
[02:01.78] He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
[02:04.45] But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing
[02:07.11] Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
[02:09.83] And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
[02:12.51] Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
[02:15.27] And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
[02:17.99] I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
[02:21.59] I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
[02:24.29] Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
[02:26.02] Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
[02:29.73] Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
[02:33.38] I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
[02:37.85] I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
[02:40.54] I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
[02:43.20] What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
[02:45.99] Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
[02:48.62] No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
[02:52.28] I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
[02:54.95] I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
[02:58.52] I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
[03:00.31] My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score
[03:06.22]