Eastsidaz-Big Red Machine (Kane) Lyrics

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Eastsidaz-Big Red Machine (Kane) Lyrics

by WWF

Tombstone piles drop, my designed assault

I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought

Psychotic offa chronic mixed with rage and lust

Stompin all opposition till they brains is mush

No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth

I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort

Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen

And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine



Talk is talk, you don't know me, you don't see me

I move in silence, instinct straight violence

Quiet as kept, snappin necks for respect

Kane slew Abel, that I never regret

I'm a threat to the world - doom, danger and death

Three counts to submission meet the savior hisself

Only thing left standin is the almighty Kane

Come in here, bring the fifth, and it course through your vein



Tombstone piles drop, my designed assault

I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought

Psychotic offa chronic mixed with rage and lust

Stompin all opposition till they brains is mush

No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth

I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort

Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen

And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine



C-Walkin with the Devil with the mask on my face

The way I DDT these fools, I'm bound to catch a case

Seven foot three with a tombstone that sit about ten feet

Undertake'm to another street

Peep game though, we might do this for the theme

Cause everybody wanna see him do his thing

Quick to dust they ass off with them one-two-threes

I mean them three-two-ones, the show ain't even begun



Tombstone piles drop, my designed assault

I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought

Psychotic offa chronic mixed with rage and lust

Stompin all opposition till they brains is mush

No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth

I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort

Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen

And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine



My mentality is actually destroy and smash

Anything in my path plus the Titans Clash

Bring a body, anybody, it don't matter the size

I arrive in disguise and my mission surprise



We just some loc'd out worldwide figures

I heard you want a match when I was with my nephaleas

Fool you can't see us, we the Eastsidaz

And we all up in that ass like Adidas cause we riders



Tombstone piles drop, my designed assault

I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought

Psychotic offa chronic mixed with rage and lust

Stompin all opposition till they brains is mush

No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth

I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort

Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen

And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine



[whispered]

I'm comin, I'm comin

I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin

I'm comin

I'm comin.. watch out, you better start runnin

I'm comin..

I'm comin, you better start runnin

Fool, cause I'm comin, I'm comin

I'm comin.. you better start runnin



Tombstone piles drop, my designed assault

I'm the product of the bottom of a mindless thought

Psychotic offa chronic mixed with rage and lust

Stompin all opposition till they brains is mush

No remorse from the force as the blood pour forth

I endorse only sports of the dangerous sort

Seven three, first degree, maniac unseen

And can't nobody stop the Big Red Machine



[whispering again to end]