Crank Lyrics - Singles - Zeds Dead & Omar Linx

I feel like King Kong, snortin cocaine 

You can't fuck with me this is foreplay 

This is everything I told em I would portray 

They callin me a killa I guess murder is my forte. 

Never short change gotta get my money up 

stacks in the duffel till I cant get the zipper shut 

if they tryin go to war I should wish em luck 

cause all i fear is god so I could give a fuck 

and you will all fall victim to my plan 

if you lookin for answers get in the line fan 

oh it gets hot in the kitchen hot as a cayenne 

but I can handle the heat hotter than Iran 

I am the man handin out toe tags 

cause your life in my hands a throw bag 

I been in it since the minute didnt you know that? 

plus I been waitin to go why should I hold back 

and no chance so the haters better bite down 

get yourself in the zone for tonights sound 

if you wanna get the song cut the lights out 

we could do this right now, we should do this right now 

to all my people that belong in a padded room 

with a caution to the wind type of attitude 

all my dub heads all they see is blood red 

they ask about the old me i tell em that hes fuckin dead