Lyrics Apex Predator (My Gun Go) - Crooked I
C.O.B
in
this
bitch,
wave
the
black
flag
Different
kind
of
gang
member,
house
nigga,
back
back
I
tell
my
bitch
pussy
pop
on
a
handstand
While
the
world
going
to
hell
in
her
Louis
handbag
It
ain't
the
end
of
the
world,
but
it's
like
the
end
is
starting
Adam
Lanza
killing
20
children
in
a
kindergarten
Wade
Michael
Page
shooting
up
a
Sikh
Temple
George
Zimmerman
the
reason
I'm
a
keep
pistols
Even
though
I
don't
fuck
with
the
NRA
Cause
the
CEO
Wayne
LaPierre,
yo
what
he
say
Man
he
try
to
blame
violence
on
rap
music
and
video
games
Like
we
out
here
killing
for
any
old
thing
If
I
was
reckless
I
would
tell
you
rappers
give
me
your
chain
A
million
views
on
Vimeo
I
creep
low
through
the
Savannah,
I'm
hunting
you,
gazelle
and
deer
What's
that?
I
can
smell
your
fear
I'm
a
apex
predator
Ridin'
in
the
Coupe,
man
Real
niggas,
we
the
top
of
the
food
chain
Don't
make
me
turn
the
whole
club
into
a
shootin'
range
King
of
the
jungle,
fuck
with
me
my
gun
go
bang
My
gun
go
bang,
my
gun
go
bang,
and
my
gun
go
Fuck
with
me
my
gun
go
bang,
my
gun
go
bang,
and
my
gun
go
bang
My
gun
go
bang!
I'm
a
apex
predator,
pineal
gland
in
foont
On
your
third
eye,
graduated
to
my
fourth
one
You
cross
us
in
the
street
nigga,
you're
done
Like
a
child
support
judge,
we
hold
court
son
Glen
Beck
want
us
all
to
die
And
Ted
Nugent
want
us
all
to
die
But
real
niggas
don't
die
We
like
that
shopping
center
bag
full
of
tissue,
we
multiply
I
know
I
reached
for
that
one
No
serial
numbers,
you
know
I
reach
for
that
gun
I
call
on
Bonnie,
she
my
right
hand
girl
I
can't
even
turn
my
music
up
in
this
white
man's
world
If
I
do,
I
get
shot
by
a
psycho's
favorite
gun
Sorta
like
Jordan
David
was
my
Michael
David
Dunn
We
need
help,
won't
nobody
listen
to
them
hollow
tips
that's
hittin'
politicians
I'm
a
apex
predator
Bang,
hit
em
up,
perfect
execution
I'm
in
the
underground
training
for
the
revolution,
you
niggas
scared
of
shootin'
You
ain't
gotta
agree
with
Darwin
to
stand
your
monkey
ass
up,
this
is
evolution
I
knew
that
rebel
G
shit
would
be
back
soon
For
you
thousand
dollar
house,
niggas
call
you
rap
coons
I
hang
with
foreign
mobsters
and
black
goons
Type
of
people
that'll
strike
fear
into
a
packed
room
They
ain't
afraid
of
my
nine
though
They
in
fear
of
what
my
mind
know
They
know
I
ain't
walkin'
with
my
eyes
closed
My
entourage
is
camouflaged
by
nice
clothes
Blood
in
our
veins
is
ice
cold
cause
we
apex
predators!
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