D0C2CE - Question Lyrics
[CHORUS]To all the industry clown ass rappers and the hip hop guys IJust got one question that I really wana ask u (what's that?)How many guns do you own?And boxes of ammo do u got stored up in ya home?How many suits and ties do u got for your diguise?When u runnin from the cops in the mutha*****in night sky?Sweved off liquor ya you came sick but where the *****U think I came up with the name SMI click?[VERSE 1: D0c2ce]The walls closin in demons heard wut I saidSo they backed off and let me hold weapons insteadI got my middle fingers up ***** life in the clubRather be a soldier in the mountains wit my sniper when the time comesGo hard is my only choice rippin your esophagus outLeave you mute don't need to hear your voiceI'm heated like a lava pool opposite of coolWolverine caged in the mutha*****in zooLet me loose I don't do this for the rappinI do this cuz the musical demons everynight wake me up laughinBombs, acid, and hollows in this mutha*****aYeah keep tha buck sharp if I need ta buck yaWrote my first rap when I was 11 lightinMy homies garage on fire knew I wasn't destined for heavenSomebody felt my hate women and men walked awayGood ima need alota space ***** you games[CHORUS]To all the industry clown ass rappers and the hip hop guys IJust got one question that I really wana ask u (what's that?)How many guns do you own?And boxes of ammo do u got stored up in ya home?How many suits and ties do u got for your diguise?When u runnin from the cops in the mutha*****in night sky?Sweved off liquor ya you came sick but where the *****U think I came up with the name SMI click?[VERSE 2: D0c2ce]My insides spit acid bleach, got no empathyLove is just a myth so dig deep into the holeCunts usin for power cut they mutha*****in throatLet it spray take a showerLeaving boundaries behind in my last hourUh, ***** what you write!If ya game isn't sharp I might ***** yo wifeSmi click ya we got sum military style shitUnderground stock pile ready for apocalypseYa, you comin so weak in ya versesTryna sound like the other guy, but you a curse *****U tryna relate, statin false things in what was writtenTo sum gangbangin killa shit that u aint really livinI don't live it either keep it solid not a slave to the dollaBut that dollaz are my slaves in my pocketSuited up in boss and versace with a flash lightAnd a extendable stock on my shotty this goes out[CHORUS]To all the industry clown ass rappers and the hip hop guys IJust got one question that I really wana ask u (what's that?)How many guns do you own?And boxes of ammo do u got stored up in ya home?How many suits and ties do u got for your diguise?When u runnin from the cops in the mutha*****in night sky?Sweved off liquor ya you came sick but where the *****U think I came up with the name SMI click?
