Song: Crime 2
Artist: DARKSIDE(Black Market & Clipz & Chi)

Copywrited 2001 Clipz-Cre Inc. / Rugged Child Records

(Black Market & Clipz & Chi talking together)
BLIATCH!
FUCKER!
HOMO!
TRANSEXUAL!
CUNT!

(Black Market)
You know I alwayz be killin
love to see the blood spillin
feel a spine chillin 
then be like what was that
CLIPZ hit you wit a baseball bat
CHRIS come right behind and wrap your neck in fishing line
bitch your ass is bout to die
stompin you wit timberlands
now we runnin from the mans
turn around slit his throat throw him in a trash can
let go to the high land
smoke a blunt or j
bout to get high today
squad car cruising down the highway
you know this is the illegal way
we be out of sight
you'll be shakin in fright 
when your ass get caught in our sight
when I get fully blitzed
cant help to bust clips
at some mother fucker tryin to give me some bull shit
I'm fully strapped
always filled up with gats
ready to give you bullet repetition in yall's cap
BLACK MARKET pull you out your escalade
cut you wit razor blades
destroy the evidence wit hand grenades
our apparall army fatigues
gettin trees from over seas
or growin that home grown in your own home
smoke it and get stoned to the bone yo
pack a bowl one time
now this smokes all mine
I'll take your whole dime 
shoot you in the spine
drag you over a land mine
I get the sickest mind
point an infared beam
on a fuckin dope fiend
that I serve wit my triple beam
cause it dont mean a fuck to me
disapear I'm to mystical
bout to get physical
my pistol is about to get ballistical

(Clipz)
You beef wit us
and you'll be bleeding puss
no conceeded trust 
mother fucker we caught your bluff
and as long as we got beretas
the cops will never catch us
they wont dare to arrest us
you wanna come and test us
2 weeks later
you get found in a dumpster
you dumb fucker
your gonna be frozen in my freezer like custard 
or 6 feet under
mother fucker I bring the thunder
A.K.A. the 357 magnum brother
the 6 shot
hit you like thick rocks
shits hot 
hot shit
fuck around and get drop kicked 
into a lava pit
shoe lace around your neck "DROP BITCH!"
I could throw you out a plane sky high
or shoot you when I pull a drive by
I'll drop a plugged tv in to the pool when you in the water
kidnap your daughter
sorry to say she was slaughtered
hitch hike on the side of the road 
get in your car get out then watch it explode
if you was a fish I'ld flush down the commode
still alive and breathin 
bitch give me a reason for treason
or else the blood from your neck will be seepin
and you'll be leavin
tonight with Jesus
I'm gonna cut off your legs so you cant leave
I'm gonna cut off your nose so you cant breathe
I'm gonna cut out your eyes so you cant see
this is what you get for fucking wit me


(Chi)
You bitches get a hysterectomy
disrespecting me 
You wanna feel the full effect of me 
hand a tech to me 
Intellectually superior 
I'll make the whack Inferior
deterior rate like bacteria 
Materially, killing serially, clearly you'll see 
How much in fear when u hear me you'll be 
shake and shiver
quake and quiver
Bite a rhyme and rip it off then ache and stiffer
break and wither
You slithering snake
gibbering fake
fibbering flake 
I'll twist you into a geometric shape 
And toss you in to Michigan Lake
for the fishermans sake 
I never gave a fuck now I could give a fuck less 
And when I throw fists I get physical like physicians 
Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions 
Wicked wizardry like a sorcerer
and no remorse for you 
When I torture you 
throughout the course of my orchestra 
So feel the force of my spiritual images 
Slicing up an enemy's appendages till he hemorrhages

CHORUS: 
(Black Market)
This is Crime 
this is the weed we smoke
out of the bowl we toke
inhale the smoke then choke
smoke all the dope
got the niggas and the bitches in the club
screamin like "WHAT!"

(clipz) 
Cars vibratin the street 
vibratin the concrete
air reakin of weed
you know its DARKSIDE b
kick in the door wit the machetti
and kill your whole mother fuckin family

(Black Market)
This is Crime 
this is the weed we smoke
out of the bowl we toke
inhale the smoke then choke
smoke all the dope
got the niggas and the bitches in the club
screamin like "WHAT!"

(clipz) 
Cars vibratin the street 
vibratin the concrete
air reakin of weed
you know its DARKSIDE b
kick in the door wit the machetti
and kill your whole mother fuckin family

(clipz)
yeah I'm coming for you and I'm going to kill your   fuckin family
CLIPZ
CRE also known as BLACK MARKET
Chi 
DARKSIDE

(chorus) x1