DEAD LINES Sick Jacken, Cynic, and Crow Produced: by The Drug Lab
1st Verse Sick Jacken of the Psycho Realm
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2nd Verse Cynic
Fucking with me you best believe you’re starting world war 3
Finally we flied from captivatie and striking enemies desenztized
your mind for a long ride you meet your dead line
vital homicide crime time to consume minds,
It’s our birth it’s are turn to conquer this earth
beat you so hard all kids are
Born retards, fatal napalms with flesh eating chemical bombs
We always stay strong where long awaited rap icons I stay streets
So the industry ain’t fucking with me we’ll go postal and smoke
All you gay ass homos where raw dogs and built solid like rocks
Me, Crow and Sick Jacken where crucifying all you fake stars

2nd verse Crow Soto
I designed these rhymes to commit the heinous crimes
Kill you in your prime when I begin deliver dead lines
Big time s-I-c-k-o c-r-o-s-o-t-o
Microelectrify skulls to dust stuck under crust
Don’t fuck with us keep you outrun, outdone,
Outdrummed, outgunned. how come? cause from
This day forth my fucking force won’t be mic’d
By the source, critics that act up get smacked up
We to advanced you die before you got the chance
Muffled, raw and misunderstood
Keep my fans scuffling like rivals in the hood.