Lyrics Behead the Kings - Outerspace
I
ain't
new
to
the
game
faggot,
I
been
rappin'
You
tell
lies
in
the
booth,
that
means
you
been
actin
I
been
smashin'
on
this
mic,
I
been
spazzin'
I'm
completely
focused
motherfucker,
distraction
My
hand
is
steady
when
the
four
fifth
lift
at
'em,
Shit
happens
when
you
faggot
niggas
hear
the
click
clackin
911
call
em
up
keep
'em
dispatchin,
That
means
you
talk
to
police
and
speak
pig
latin
I'm
done
with
it
all,
I
move
past
you
petty
haters
Gun
to
your
jaw,
you
ready,
you
can
meet
your
maker
I'm
a
man
of
god
but
I
don't
need
a
savior
I
do
my
dirt
all
up
on
my
lonely,
I
don't
need
a
favor
Fuck
a
bitch,
fuck
'em
all
nigga,
fuck
the
world
I'm
good
by
myself
little
boy
and
little
Girl,
I
made
my
bed
so
y'all
pay
the
consequence
I
got
devils
in
my
head
sayin'
I
gotta
vent,
I
got
an
angel
on
my
shoulder
say
I
should
repent
But
the
devil
keeps
on
winnin'
'cause
I'm
kinda
bent
I'm
coming
for
blood,
I'm
broke
I
don't
got
a
cent,
So
don't
be
brave,
have
a
little
common
sense
Everything
is
everything,
pulling
out
them
heavy
things
The
official
pistol
gang,
clutching
the
machete
swing
Outerspace
can
turn
your
brain
to
spaghetti
rings,
anything
Bring
the
guillotine,
we
behead
the
kings
What
you
retarded
or
something?
I
leave
you
heartless
if
nothing
If
anything
I
leave
you
wheezin'
in
your
coffin
for
frontin'
For
real
I'm
the
fuego,
and
the
bullets
hasta
luego
Every
syllable
scorch
ya,
every
word
like
waco,
every
verse
fatal
I
ain't
votin'
for
pedro,
I
vote
for
the
niggas
that
put
pesos
in
my
payroll,
yup
I'm
Chase
Utley
with
the
louisville,
Swingin'
at
the
labels
'cause
they
Want
me
signing
stupid
deals,
for
real?
This
shit
be
irritating
me,
I
feel
like
Rikers
Island
'cause
the
demons
ain't
escaping
me,
now
I
need
a
new
eight
to
squeeze,
hate
to
see
the
paper
freeze
Too
much
on
the
plate
for
me,
full
course
meal,
Bulldozin'
through
the
forcefield,
Fool's
dozin'
off,
ho's
and
altar
boys
still
You
need
to
duck
now,
avoid
the
ricochet
We
makin'
them
hits
nigga,
you
hittin
the
triple
blades(?)
Niggas
say
I
leave
your
district
in
disarray,
You
dissin
but
nigga
I
don't
hear
your
diss
gettin'
played
My
flow
Fiji,
my
voice
trample
your
tipi,
Every
sample
dismantled
and
leave
you
greener
than
kiwi
Everything
is
everything,
pulling
out
them
heavy
things
The
official
pistol
gang,
clutching
the
machete
swing
Outerspace
can
turn
your
brain
to
spaghetti
rings,
anything
Bring
the
guillotine,
we
behead
the
kings
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