Ground Zero Songtext
von Slip Capone

Murder and mayhem, nothing but MC′s on the smash
You know what, we gon' take this motherfucker shit back to like 1989

Nothing but murdering MC′s, riding out
Doing what the fuck we want
What the fuck, y'all got a problem with it nigga?
Handle it nigga, the mic's right here nigga
You understand me, we ain′t doing nothing but what we love to do
Serving MC′s, getting on the mic
Doing everything the way we like motherfucker
Fuck these niggas, it's all west coast too
You understand me, we the assassins nigga

You understand, dig it, lyrical assassins
Back in the building, let′s go
Red Rum, Morticia, what, how we up in
This motherfucker all damn night nigga
Enemy, Slip Capone, 'Lik, Kurupt

Monsters, murder, ride


Niggas are flies, I spit in they eyes
I′m ammonia mixed with the poison of a cobra when I rhyme
I read you with the magazine of an M-16

Bullets giving niggas back rubs, you Whitney I'm the bathtub

Bodies stacked up like Hitler in the black club

I hate you niggas but I burn you like some black love
Leaving the stench of death with no niggas left
My apartment′s a house of a thousand corpses on the west
I shove a mic through your body, murder is a hobby
You probably think I'm off a molly but I'm sober than Ghandi
In the lobby with a Jason mask looking for a face to smash
The homie drove me to Crystal Lake to replace his ass
Enemy turn your game to a human centipede

I can shoot at the floor and make the damn ceiling bleed
I can′t even water the lawn without a vest on
Slicing niggas to ribbons, they running from my teflon

Balkanic, titanic, high density granite
I′m taking advantage and fall back like a praying mantis

Shaolin stances, mentally bending them barbells


Heaven sent but I'm raising all hell, we all dwell
Ground Zero, villains and heroes feeling the king cold
Ready to reload, put the barrel to the peephole
Heat cold, lizard with it, exquisitely spitting
Explicitly vivid, viciously get it, grizzly gripping nigga

Choked out, boa constricted, they awoke and provoked the misfit
Malvogian will roast your district
Wrist flick, schizophrenic, causing fits of panic
Leave ′em slanted then I dip his body in the mid-atlantic, yep
Hang 'em like a hammock then I strut like a zombie
Crash course, a living miracle, kamikaze
Tasmatic, spasmatic, I react
Ground Zero, Grand Finale, the sleepless insomniac

Contusions, lord of illusions

Flesh of my flesh ′til there's no flesh left
Incinerations are given to the dead and the living
A mack that pimp like Fillmore, dragons
Torture chamber extreme, exodus

Ring like Bilbo Baggins to appear and vanish
Prolific lyrical mystic that lifted bodies
Across the mid-atlantic and pacific
I drown bodies in the Mediterranean
Fucking with niggas that war with planets like Iraqis and Iranians
No face, no arms, no legs

Shotguns are shot at motherfuckers foreheads
For one reason, there is no reason
Just murder, mythological carnivore season

Hell is just popping, spread like chicken pox
Ectoplasmic acid magma lava rocks
I eat beats, I feast on rhymes

Juggernaut, Grimlock, Gotti Optimus Prime
Megatron, inadvertent head hunting
Insulting verbal assaulting, flying like pterodactyls and swine
You niggas get mummified, why the fuck would you enter?
Thought you would get entertained like the Epcot Center nigga
Well check this out, I′m the center nigga
Somebody wanted you mangled that's why they sent a nigga
In this here story there'll be no hero
Just the beginning and the end motherfucker

Ground Zero

Who you gon′ get to touch the queen of the beast?
That′s like calling the police on the police
You're trying to chew a piece of beef with no teeth
Travolta trying to slick his hair back with no grease
You′re played out, Mort, Mindy, Lisa, Wendy
A small fry Bobby, Cindy your mind is bending
To put it short, let's stop the pretending
Battle abort, I′m not in the business of lending

My rhymes to wack rappers who couldn't get dapper
If they slept in a smoking jacket and called themselves Jasper

I always win, that′s not what I'm after

Separate your body from your spirit, Casper

So yo, do you spit or do you swallow?
I'll knock you in your head with this mic, I bet it′s hollow
You looking for a leader or just someone you can follow?
I′m harder than cement, they mushy as avocado
Kill 'em all then kill ′em again, that's the motto

Yeah, it′s Roscoe Tabasco, colossal
Young fossil fuel driven space shuttle
Taking off, apes huddle

If y'all make songs nigga, then we make trouble
You know me, you owe me, pay me or I′m taking double
I'm in the booth right now, my brain buzzing
I'm twisted, yeah, my thoughts busting
Crossword maze puzzles, motherfucker yeah
And if you looking for your bitch right now she ocupado
I took her to Hef′s and fucked her in the grotto
She ride it like a bull, I call her El Dorado
Got her to turn tricks on Fig and Alvarado

Roscoe got chickens to serve, don′t ask me why for
Just get out there and sell that pussy and don't stop ho
Scarface Gotti, Biz Nitty, that′s my capo
Dilly dallas diligence, chopper moon rocco
Gotti my big brother, Enemy, Morticia and Rum
We blood cousins, no love for nothing
Fuck it, if niggas don't show love then fuck ′em, family

We be killing these instrumentals like
Killers on individual murder sprees
I do my shit, I give a fuck if you heard of me
Cocky when I be serving these niggas
They don't deserve to be rapping around me
To shut me up you gon′ have to murder me

Fake homies deserting me, yes I worded it perfectly
I stay being hated on but the haters not hurting me
You're certainly not stopping me
My flow is like Jay-Z and Nas adopted me
Lyrical content mean a lot to me
I'm not to be touched, I burn like lava
So nigga watch your tone when you speak to a G, I get rough and proper
Hard in the paint like Waka Flocka, got the heart of a boxer
I′m Lil′ 'Lik and I′ll do some shit that'll shock ya
I be smoking like a Rasta, I get it from Ground Zero

I got the hook up with my illegal amigo
That′s my homie and my people, he
Knocked, I looked through the peephole
It was him, I let him in, we did business, now that's how G′s roll

Welcome to the Terrordome
Slip Capone gon' make it rain fire and brimstone
My microphone stand on its own

No mic stand, no hype man, do it all alone
Adrenochrome in your headphone
Get your head blown walking in the dead zone
I'm a rebel without a cause, a rebel without a pause
Rebel with the Glock in my drawers, face in my cock and balls

A maniacal lyrical mechanic
A tyrannical cannibal on an animal planet
God damn it, fully automatic
Turn your chest into a tennis racket when I pack it

Night stalker, Richard Ramirez
Pinhead, Eric and Lyle Melendez
On a rampage in a rage with the 12 gauge
Throwing hand grenades from off of the stage
In a blaze of purple haze, dazed and confused
Praise the lord, I paid all of my dues
This is where it all started, where it all began
This is where it all starts over again
Ground Zero