Dillinger
YUNG CRU$ADE
GENRE
YUNG CRU$ADE
Verse:
Creeping through the motherfucking streets of the east
Imma beast, gonna need another piece for the heat
Gonna leave a couple trees in the dust of my feet
Gotta team so mean, they don’t know when they beat
They don’t know when they bleed
They hold, don’t retreat
Reload and then squeeze
They blow and repeat
Go see another pack of fuckers track as you leave
We don’t lack, we gon be
On attack, on the bеat
Gonna go onto a ramble
Amp is blasting, low in treble
Bass gon makе a fucka tremor
Trample ‘cross while running chanting
“Burn the branches, like a candle
Tamper cases, leave in shambles”
Hit your temple, fuck your mental
Sent to channel shit that banter
Banner manning up the cancer
I’m the man who’s here’s to blast ya
I’m a tragic fucker, stancing
Stunting, fucking, not a stand-in
Manson, I’m manning the cannon
And that’s canon
I’m bringing all the fans in
Stands are jumping and dancing
Violence the answer for stifling campers
They hiding from Hatter, they lighting a lantern
Your psycho, an addict, I’ll slice you, I’m savage
Your eyes and what have it, I’m trying to stab it
I’m laughing, and baffled by lacking
I’m stacking, five mags in the package
If blasting to happen
Then tags on the bastards is landing
Commanding the squadron to plan for attacking
Got gats to go tragic
Outro:
CRU$ADE has turned beast today, ay
CRU$ADE rules the whole east all day, ay
Verse:
Creeping through the motherfucking streets of the east
Imma beast, gonna need another piece for the heat
Gonna leave a couple trees in the dust of my feet
Gotta team so mean, they don’t know when they beat
They don’t know when they bleed
They hold, don’t retreat
Reload and then squeeze
They blow and repeat
Go see another pack of fuckers track as you leave
We don’t lack, we gon be
On attack, on the bеat
Gonna go onto a ramble
Amp is blasting, low in treble
Bass gon makе a fucka tremor
Trample ‘cross while running chanting
“Burn the branches, like a candle
Tamper cases, leave in shambles”
Hit your temple, fuck your mental
Sent to channel shit that banter
Banner manning up the cancer
I’m the man who’s here’s to blast ya
I’m a tragic fucker, stancing
Stunting, fucking, not a stand-in
Manson, I’m manning the cannon
And that’s canon
I’m bringing all the fans in
Stands are jumping and dancing
Violence the answer for stifling campers
They hiding from Hatter, they lighting a lantern
Your psycho, an addict, I’ll slice you, I’m savage
Your eyes and what have it, I’m trying to stab it
I’m laughing, and baffled by lacking
I’m stacking, five mags in the package
If blasting to happen
Then tags on the bastards is landing
Commanding the squadron to plan for attacking
Got gats to go tragic
Outro:
CRU$ADE has turned beast today, ay
CRU$ADE rules the whole east all day, ay
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