Letra de ' Cidephile (feat. Hash Gordon) ' de Omerta (USA)

I don't give a fuck if it's wrong or not
This shit is second nature, there's no afterthought
I'll unload the fucking Glock 'til the chamber's hot
It's just the way that I am, this shit cannot be taught

I'm about to pull up
Put them guns up
I'm always talking that shit so what's up? (What's up?)
I'm here now, bitch, I don't just front
You pussy boys got me fucked up (fucked up)
I'm gonna drop-top
Let the gun pop
Watching bodies flop
Watch these mother fuckers dance like hopscotch
I'm dropping hoes, death exposed, lock, reload, motherfucker
And Imma do it all again

Go

I don't really need a reason to kill
I just enjoy to watch the blood spill
It makes my dick hard and gives me a thrill
Watch the bodies pile into a landfill
My job is done so gimme the bill
Cut the bullshit, this ain't no fucking drill
When it comes to me, you know what's the deal
I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal

I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal
I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal
I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal
I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal

I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal
I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal
I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal
I ain't no bitch, you know I'm forreal

Came up in this bitch
Watch 'em scatter
They be like: Oh no!
Fuckin' wit me
It's an action flick
Send your soul to meet the ozone
Since the womb, I have been sick
My flow dope as oxycodone
Since the womb, you been a bitch
That shit might be hard to swallow
Young nigga wit a temper
I might switch up like a six-speed
Hash been on a killstreak
Pray for bloodshed on my enemies
Tommy Dreamer in a TLC
Every man for himself, so I'm preying on these fake emcees
PC punks, they gon' suffer slow, I want all the beef

All hate, no love
Your face, I'll fuck
Cidephile
No glove, more blood
Your pain, my lust
Cidephile
Cidephile
You get me high
Cidephile
You get me high
You get me high
Cidephile
You get me high