Suck On My Gun Crazy Town (Ft. Dirty Unit)

Ollin with Crazy Town, welcome down, you better duck now
I'll give 'em hell, rebel yell and you getting stuck pal
That's how it is, word to your miss

I'm milky like [?] and you can ass-kiss
Take the gloves off, I'll never run or duck a challenge
Never was soft, it just so happens that my origin is Brooklyn baby
Lookin' crazy if I'm tired cause my eye's lazy
I won't forget it cause I'm Epic in the way I said it
I got you open and you hoping that it's copacetic
The [?] will catch you [?] I'll leave you with the way you sweat it
I hope you backing up your words because I know you said it
I fucking know you said it
You better come through ten deep, and through the heat
Come with anything less than that and son you're getting beat
Don't sleep, I'm hard like concrete and playing for keeps
The dirty [?] dirty cheap

I'll give you something to step to
Suck on my gun
No-one can come to your rescue
No need to run
Cause sooner or later we'll get you
Suck on my gun
Don't get it twisted or confused
(There's nowhere to run)
I'll give you something to step to
Suck on my gun
No-one can come to your rescue
No need to run
Cause sooner or later we'll get you
Suck on my gun
Don't get it twisted or confused
There's nowhere to run