Blammers and Burners (Full Version)

[Verse 1: Crooked I] So many niggas wanna come at the Crooked and let a couple of shots Spin me around like I’m a featherweight, not knowing that I’m heavyweight Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate When I regulate I hit the streets like I never ate I click heat and I never wait, I wouldn’t hesitate To strap a time bomb to myself and hug you until it detonates You’re 6 feet, I’m 11'8'‘ And if I told you once, I told you twice I hold the guns, I’m so precise, so run nigga run When the soldier come, I’m cold as ice So hold your tongue or roll the dice, you’re done when I come I’m a poltergeist, I’m givin’ ‘em rhythm quick as a cobra strikes Kill 'em and kill 'em again The shots slow your life, you should’ve known the price Killer that holds the knife to your throat and slice And when I’m creepin’ by, dippin' the ‘Lac Homie the reason I’m rippin’ the gat is to go BRRAT BRRAT Then your people die, nigga, blink your eyes I'll put you on your back quicker than that [Hook] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Molotov an' I'm offin' 'em in a coffin for the double crossin' We toss em off in the mossy talkin' boss when he solvin' 'em We causin' problem after problem we got 'em Put them at the bottom in the sodom column we fraud 'em we shot 'em Is anybody listenin', I'm on a mission to dig his ditch 'n Picture many christening with the pistol 'n poppin The second I'm 'bout to cock it Get ready for the rocket then it's off with his head He running off at the mouth then he dead Straight raw with it, I'mma get saw with it Rip a little snitch when he drippin' now bitch crawl in it Tattle-tale and you got the whole hood shook Tell the people we evil that the whole hood cook, that is no good look The penalty for the pussy that put us in Penitentiaries, rolled, shook, whooped His motherfuckin' ass for givin' Po's good crooks We put'em in a section where there was no good books Understandable why your body is flammable Handle your famo with ammo nigga animaly cannibal Man oh man I'mma damage every stran' of botanicals With Barry Manilow playin' man my hand is mechanical Stuck repeatedly heated me and serviced 'n cheated me So he bleeded immediately depleted me deity Creepy I'm feeling deeply when I'm speaking of sleeping The recently deceased peeps, he defeated so easily Hush when you're rollin through KC-MO Better bust or they gonna lose their people Nigga killa city we hella for real and gritty Itty bitty you shitty we let the stray heat go Anybody trying get over can never see us Put your money over your mouth or get beat up Bloody murder we got it comin through your speakers Tecca N9na with Crooked I busting niggas and we just *Explosion*