Blood N Guts - CES Cru

You think it’s all blood and guts to get touched

Did you end up, Do you ride with hands up

I think your man stands up

Revealing your plan’s bluff

Killing your fans, sluts

And now we’re down to brawl

The cannibal bashin', harassed the last man

And I passed him to left of me

Left flex, stay limp, walk with a gimp

But I’m not a pimp, its just that leprosy

Stay Vexing he’s just a big-nosed freak

With the gift of gab, think his shit don’t stink

Too high to blink and who am I to think

Decides reach after you got to hide your mink

Messaged the link, the bins, and all that saw that

Better learn how to hit the ball and haul ass

With the words in the wind that let me see it pass

Bet its all bad, but I’ve been worse

And even worse than that

I wrote it down again

Using my blood on the wall 'til I found a pen

It was a long-ass verse that I’m drowning in

Never to be found again

Surrounded in what

Best fess up, prepare to get cut

Ces stress what, declare your cru’s what

Come face us prepare to loose what?

'Bout four limbs and most of your guts

You think it’s all blood and guts to get touched

'Til being robbed with hands up

I think your man stands up

Revealing your plans bluff

Killing your fans, sluts

And now we’re down to brawl

You think it’s all blood and guts to get touched

'Til being robbed with hands up

I think your man stands up

Revealing your plans bluff

Killing your fans, sluts

And now we’re down to brawl

Pain killing, aim feeling the game to stay chilling

Killer aim

Got the block, lock killing on the main

Do really think you’ll ever make a mill in a day

A hell of a thing to say, when your weather is rain

Lock together 'cause I feather the same

Got competitive

Stop poppin' sedatives

Switched off the ketamine

Nose dribbling snot

Pissed off the gentlemen

Hustle and knock, knock

The wrist watch I’m selling 'em

Seven the sly sleeves don’t lie to me

Sell aluminum rolex to the ivy leagues

If you need some tight weed, then buy from me

Hit of the lime green you can try for free

Til you’re alone, on your own, with your privacy

Realized that oregano is a kind of tea

(Word?!)

Hands up I ain’t hiding out

My town to much crime to rhyme about

K.C.

why doubt 'til you’ve tried it out

Find out, find other shit to lie about

Write down what you like

Unless you want to fight

Pipe down on the mic

'Cause Ces is going to strike

Like

Best fess up, prepare to get cut

Ces stress what, declare your cru’s what

Come face us prepare to loose what?

'Bout four limbs and most of your guts

You think it’s all blood and guts to get touched

'Til being robbed with hands up

I think your man stands up

Revealing your plans bluff

Killing your fans, sluts

And now we’re down to brawl

You think it’s all blood and guts to get touched

'Til being robbed with hands up

I think your man stands up

Revealing your plans bluff

Killing your fans, sluts

And now we’re down to brawl

Hand to the face

Slam your breaks

Doing the cripple-walk both legs amputate

Head more smoothed out than a cancer patient

It’s all butter like land o' lakes

Damn shame your man lays on hand grenades

And ran straight to the front can’t stand to wait

Buy Mr Convicts a plan to escape

When they take a prison van and ram through the gate

Band-Aids for tape stop the blood

Hands away from the blade, son, drop the gun

Lay down face-down til the cops come

Then dump the nine millis and pump shotguns

You just lost one

You know like

Kill the rich class like road to wellville

I still switch back to dope

Sell a meal get old living alone

And die

Hell of a pill

I got too many problems, so many bills

6 bucks in the bank and no skills

Came in the game as a lame same as you

Hand full of THC and cheap brew

Glad to meet you, you mad?

me too

So we got a lotta work to put the cleats to

To cheap to sue, to broke to pay

So we stick to blunt smoke, plus bumps of 'caine

Bust chumps on they bread basket

Then ask if that dumb shit was worth getting your ass kicked

That’s sick somebody get him a pill

Backflip the dismount fo' real

Pop cock the steel, crock pot to chill

My *69 calls Dr. Phil

For a day’s dose of the most and no smoke though

Inline skates to escape the slow pokes

No hope floats unless you got a raft

Its all hopeless you just gotta laugh

Put the trees in the pipe

Please dim the lights

It provides the vibe that I like to write

But know

Best fess up, prepare to get cut

Ces stress what, declare your cru’s what

Come face us prepare to loose what?

'Bout four limbs and most of your guts

You think it’s all blood and guts to get touched

'Til being robbed with hands up

I think your man stands up

Revealing your plans bluff

Killing your fans, sluts

And now we’re down to brawl

You think it’s all blood and guts to get touched

'Til being robbed with hands up

I think your man stands up

Revealing your plans bluff

Killing your fans, sluts

And now we’re down to brawl

Best fess up, prepare to get cut

Ces stress what, declare your cru’s what

Come face us prepare to loose what?

'Bout four limbs and most of your guts

Best fess up, prepare to get cut

Ces stress what, declare your cru’s what

Come face us prepare to loose what?

'Bout four limbs and most of your guts