Letters (demo feat. adam ficek-Patrick Bishop

True Crimes – Bishop
True crime (five squad)
True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
Good lord they shootin at me, smile on my face cuz i'm trigger happy
B*tch get my drink and make it snappy, for I leave your ass screamin for a taxi
True crimes and nothing but, I just seen that n***a Ruben jack an ice cream truck
Then cut across the street and rob a pizza hut (gimme the pizza!)
American Idol ain’t my title, I'm Elmer Fudd with a bigass riffle
Lurkin a block homicidal, and robbin nuns gimmie ya bible (kidding)
Don’t you know i'm loco holmes?
Wit a trench coat like Sherlock Holmes, full of shotguns and bigass chromes
Set to break in all your homes, and take that take that like Puffy Combs!
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and i'm takin yours
Pull up to the store in a pick up, mask and gloves guess what it’s a stick up
Gimmie all your money honey and a big gulp and two quick picks b*tch don’t say no I'm so
Outta my mind I can't be serious, get hit so hard youll have an outta body experience
No interference with the current procedins, or youll be volunteering for some serious beatins
‘Oh Hi’ oh my it’s a tough guy, get your face messed up like on Vanilla Sky
used to be a super sized, now you’re a small fry, ain't got enough gas so I do a walk by
HEY! That a nice Motarola wth GPS? Punk hand it ova! For I deck yo ass for your old carolla and roll your ass up like a peachin folder
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and i'm takin yours
(Shit) ain't nothing left to spit, I done kicked enough s**t to get the world on my dick
Ima meany in a beamy got that Magic Stick, they in bikinis eny meny,…let me take my pick
Its like MJ and Missy ‘yo is that your chick?’ the way i'm pimpin in this game itll make ya sick
I'm in a deck of wood grain with a top to flip, while your faggot ass is ridin on a bike like ‘B*tch!’ (SKREECH!)
This ain't no game, i'm half division cataclysm bringing extra ammunition you could really end up missin if you freakin with my mission youll be needin a mortician your new beautician
I'm not thru dissin so you listen and pay close attention OK before I go from rapper to killa milla gorilla the mack milla and spilla ya to get me wreckin s**t like mecha-godzilla YEAH!
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and i'm takin yours
True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
Truce crime, true crime, true crime, true crime ([trails off…])