X & Hell - Crickets, Part 2

★ Verse: Ken Hell ★
Mother came, papa came, brother bought a gun
Cousin bought his crew, shit was like thirty to one
Had me on the run, now I can be a lover and a fighter
But not God, so I ain’t fuckin’ with them odds
My squad’s still asleep, ‘cause it was like eight-thirty
Her mom’s on the street like, “Dirty, dirty shame!”
Her pop’s aim was to sever my main vein
Watch the blood drain, purge my name, drink to my pain
Claim temporarily insane, remain free
Now as you can see, this dude was real angry
At me, at this point, I thought I was a dead man
‘Til a dude rocked up sideways in a red van
“The feds, man”, her cousin’s left hand lеt go o’ my throat
Some more badges and a green piеce to his duffle coat
Like someone hit the brown note, these dudes shit they pants
Feds had us against the wall in a porno chick stance
Now what’s the chance o’ the circumstance gettin’ any worse?
You goin’ down to the shop for a cavity search
Established I had a big dick, don’t deal drugs
Picked up the wrong chick and a family o’ thugs
Her pops is doin’ time for organised crime
Her brother’s into rap and he loves my rhymes
So he let it go, you know my flows saved my life?
Anamaria’s nice, but she ain’t worth the strife

★ Outro: Man ★
You’re fuckin’ full o’ shit, this cunt, I’ll bash ya
I swear, why lie for?