Songtexte:
Custom Crawl

are you ready to crawl on bloody skinned knees to the sound of bullets and bombing in the seas are you ready to fall from your safe perch up high to

: I may not seem your ideal when you look into my eyes I don't smoke, I don't tell jokes, I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you out on

holy fuck, don't move! first thing you gotta fuckin do is do not move! we need to get you out the house before you fuck my shit up!" i had to crawl through

to me See now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just ain't good Just being a hustler, servin the loyal customers

I?m all about the money What the f-ck you think I do it for B-tch don?t act like you don?t know I?m killing all these rap n-ggas Custom made caskets for

south, Jamaica but the cops And speaking' 'bout cops, you n****z better stop quelling And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million Crawl

holy fuck, don't move! First thing you gotta fuckin do is do not move! We need to get you out the house before you fuck my shit up!" I had to crawl through

me See now in the ghetto or should I say, "Lakewood" You better be strapped 'cause them niggaz over there just ain't good Just being a hustler, servin' the loyal customers

upon the heavens The sky cracks wide open Storm clouds filled with lightning As thunder is rolling Day of judgement on us The white dogs come crawling