Gladiator Music

[Featuring: Kool G Rap] Yea, yea, yea, yea What? What? Show you how to kill people bitch Gangrene, grene, grene I’m a real gladiator I grab a hater Like Al-Qaida Pray to your savior Then meet the maker I rain razor stain Paint them with brains Hanging like Wes Craven made it West favorite playground, I’m fowl The fowl mouth faded Cali wow staler spawn Rip you apart yo Like 300 Spartans And two arsons I move carcasses Y’all don’t want to start these architects Michelangelo, archangel To mark up your set Get set Go From every angle I strangle your neck Disconnect your lungs from your chest That’s taking your breath Picking up some rats where you rest Then piss on your steps Disrespectful But you bitch This shit’s sick I’m the first Gangrene from the ditch There’s gutter water And there’s nothing quite like this We push them harder And I don’t care if it’s for honor Or get the father on a summer martyr Partner I slaughter harder than lava You don’t want a war with us We growing us … There’s more of us Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit Man, I’m a poor bringer Bear winger, mud slinger Rapping muscle spasm The gun finger I’m going rings around Under the wingers and bump singers Hit them with dump stingers Cave men, club swingers and blood drinkers You know Double G style display Got your fake, give a fake Gasoline bath Art’s an X sprayed on your parade Scooby Doo y’all Scooby Doo y’all Rappers will prove prowl I’m Cool Aid man Coming through your fucking wall I use a bone saw To cut your ears and your nose off Arms, legs, fingers and toes off They drink Promithisine And smokers cliff over the body And doze off Scene of the crime Yellow tape roped off Bird do this My scalpel gets played Chips on the chop and block While I’m canoeing through every sewage Gladiator style Where my candles animals A helmet and sandals Poke holes through you panels And draw arrows You don’t want a war with us We growing us … There’s more of us Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit You know the boy spent a kilo of cocaine He insane Forced to listen her To get the picture and ten frames I flush the Mont Blanc Post the coco like Noah … Toast blowers Cause that’s like … Soldier, the red October The red hot toasters Rocking mittens up in the kitchen They bread pie holders Solders Throwing boulders Blow your head off your … Hardcore as the polish I know Cali side sign Throwers and hit rollers That row like the rollers Mommy just won’t admit Your panties slimy like Oprah Bap and over-gripping The arm and the soap a Deal closer Muscle and weight Hustle a trade King of the Thief City Kurt Russell escaped Talking to eight Stuck in the wait Like the face of the presidents In my residence That stuffed in my safe Celebrate with a bucket of grapes You fucking with crazy It’s simple times for both of us The discussion is fate You don’t want a war with us We growing us … There’s more of us Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit Yea, I’m on my gladiator shit I heard a kerosene explosion Boom Frigging life Mother said What the hell is that I seen your … Hawaiian through my frigging damn wall And I salute them The house is on fire Frigging I knew it Frigging I heard it Frigging asking