Sin City - Burke The Jurke, Vanderslice, The Flying Dutchmen

This is all ours, feel the force of the raw power

A new wave vacant, call me back at the God hour

You cats is all cowards, straight cocksuckers

Homosexual rappers, you could never fuck us

You get your arms chopped off, yeah, we bring the ruckus

Twist dutchs, put the blunt out on the face of gutless

Weak cats, we shop, pop, 'em, Jon 'Dock 'em

Blam, blam 'em, homicide 'em, it’s not a problem

Heavy lung, metallic musket, puffing a dust spliff

got me on some shit like, «Fuck this»

Cannibal corpse, blood thirsty, animal thought

Life exits its shell when the cannon goes off

Spinal tap, vertebrae cracked, Chris Reeve you

Escape from Jake in the gray Buick Regal

We all stay illegal, men are created equal

Until I cut they body in half with the black Desert Eagle

Bow down?

Kiss the Converse, the rhyme burst berserk

Tears in my eyes and blood on my shirt

It’s evil, demented, held down, cemented

Dimension is for F-dation, I’m reppin' it hard

If I’m locked up, I spit rhymes when I step in the yard

And I get love from the thugs, it’s no weapons involved

You’s a bitch, you getting fucked, it’s a lesson to y’all

If you a snitch, you getting bucked when I step in the door

Burke and Vanderslice, damn your life, you’re a man, stand and fight

I jab you with the left, don’t let me land my right

Crush your face like a can of sprite

Cops cuff my hands tight, read Miranda rights

Kids in the alleyways, sniffing grams of glass and ice

Cooking dope on the spoon under candle lights

Living the glamour life, you should scram, aight?

'Cause if your man gets tight then disaster strikes

I’ll bust your dome and crush your bones

Tuck you, thrust the chrome and leave me the fuck alone

Don’t step in my way, put your weapon away

Or you’ll meet death in a day and your flesh will decay

I’ll leave you with a message, learn a lesson today

Cut your head and give your brain a ten second delay

You should be expecting the worse, get stretched in a hearse

I’ll let you rest in the dirt just for messing with Burke, bitch

Body bag beat down, burst is bodacious

Bullinger a beat down worse than Joe Frasier

Verse Ali, Mayweather, way better to save ya

Sugar Shane sweet and low, Saccharin’s the flavor

For these sweet-ass diabetic hypoglycemic

Sugar shock 'round the clock MCs like, «Y'all beat it»

Fuck out of here, no, you can’t make another dollar here

Full throttle, hollow, nostril swallow, now it’s out of here

Greg the Hammer Valentine, figure four leg lock

VA TEC-9, Columbine, caught a head shot

Armor like fifteen, Washington Street scene

Killer all morning, tarot card make your neat lean

DC sniper shot, work in the dungeon

Full metal jacket blacksmith at your function

Stanley Kubrick, rue shit, orange clockwork

Reprogram your whole plans with a hot verse

The Dutchmen, destroy, display disaster

Dynamite detonate, dedicated demastered

The monster, Krueger, Voorhees, Mike Myers

Norman Bates in them Bathing Apes through the mic wire

Live baller, Clive Barker, the HP love craft

Weird science fiction, diction cause a bloodbath

They love that, chop it and bag it, let the funds stack

Vanderslice shit, type quick on a rough track