[Intro:KXNG Crooked]

Oh this bring back memories y'all

Here's what I want you to do

I want y'all to just bar out

For all the Shoe G.A.N.G fans who love lyricism

Rap connoisseurs I present Slaughterhouse Records

[Verse 1:Demetrius]

What if Pac, Em and Rakim had the same mama?

What if Jay and Wayne had the same father?

That's why the Carters got the same last name

What if Big had the same daddy as Kane?

That's what you get when you see me and my brothers nigga

The top five rappers got the same mother nigga

You add my 6th brother and we your palm bearers

We fly as L and X call us lacrosse players

What kinda freak am I?

People hollering bye Felicia

I want Felicia bi

We can try angles and I can eat it like a piece a pie

Or a slice a pizza, she's a meat lover that's TMI

Speaking of pizza your people will beef over cheese

Now your circles divided by pie, the reason why

This rap game is the blind leading the blind

But when I rhyme ain't no seeing I, dog

No don't even try

I twist your cap open like a jar, you didn't hear me

I twist your cap open like a jar

This C.O.B I bang a set like azar

Come hard as my obelisk in berthheru, that's a bar

If you don't know that, that shit hard

I'm taking your black card

You can live off your mastercard

You can raise the bar but I'll pass the bar like I practice law

This shit is raw, backwards y'all

Yo I'm from the streets though

Shoot the tec like a free through

Where they argue who the best MC from the beach though

Crooked, Snoop, Tray Deee or Debo?

My bitches heroin high, fly as a superhero

[Verse 2:Julius]

Ah, Shoe G.A.N.G we back at it homie

Mobber mentality, I gat passion that exactly matches Kobe's

Your girl askin' for me, I'mma have her blow me, saxophone me

You said she the realest nigga she ever fucked with

Until your girl interrupted like Angie Jolie

She said you cappin' homie, baseball hat emoji

You did the holy matrimony

I just fuck her while she hold the mattress moaning

You know the baddies want me, I know

You niggas mad but don't come at me homie

The full metal jacket turn your frontal lobe into ravioli

I ain't rich I never had a roley

But you can bet we still shoppin' I'm in Beverly Hills

Coppin' like I'm Axel Foley

It's no chorus, just check the speakers

Internet gonna still love you with no hook, we use the net to fish with

Right rhymes I'm getting head from women

Keep something bad on my head like pessimism

I called Hopsin and told him it's all love

We would just spar with bars, our records dissin' was just exhibition

When it come to wisdom, I'm that words definition

Wisdom gave me three eyes like the word definition

Unsealed freedom, I'm a radical black thinker

Shout out T.Mallory and other [?] black leaders

My spirit been here since the stinks had black features

Been here since this land mass was Pangea

Gee, uh we tryna be the hardest niggas out

Carve a different route

Fuck chasing artificial clout

Call them niggas out, who want smoke

Nigga weed code, get to steppin' with that Tommy

Like Mark kicked us out

[Verse 3:Kenny]

Here we go again, need no one to hold the door I'm going in

Post it in, blow windows your focus like a scoper's lense

Grenade, I'm explosive when I hold the pen, no offense

Most your foes are bogus, hope to one day hocus pocus them

I'm gonna win, no drama I'm only zen but ferocious when

Brody loaded off that coke and gin, then

If an opponent really do want it then he as wrong as sin

Choke his throat with rope and throw him overboard with broken shins

Rap god in the eyes of men, I get busy like LA traffic at 5pm

If I could be locked up for how often I be on the clock

That would have been time and time again

Cats know that I'll be on top like snapple backs

I can't stand y'all cause backbones these cats don't have

Y'all raps so trash, these rappers ain't the same

I'mma lay you face up in front of a train, now you back on track

If you wanna bring the drama, bring your cousin, bring your mama

I wanna fry you in front of your family like Benihana

A heavyweight fighter in these streets a Benihana

Ken is honestly one of the masters in this genre

Close to my goal like Shaq inside the pen

Call my next car Steph Curry

Pull up with that kind of range

A baller on that grind for change

Groupies won't get two quarters, I don't have time for games

K-E double N with I

My niggas holding weight like they on standby

Your shit loud, mine amplified

I'm high on graft but I won't moa' like my grass is high

Rap with a dope style, other rappers don't know how

Saying that gat crack but it's stepped on

Pretty sure your mamas back should be broke now

Gat a lyrical gat and it go blaow