[Intro]

Black Knights

West coast Killa Bee kill

Black Knights, Black Knights 

You hear it from the distance


(Yo) my brain sprouts branches blossoming tragic thoughts

Takes bully lyrics lunch money, pistols or microphone

Welcome to L.A. battle the unexplained

Scarecrows and apples meet Mr. Constrictus

Concrete knuckles and scuffles, I waste groups

Give 'em lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruit

Make soup, blueberry while dining with classic monsters

Better check my sponsor chop before you can answer

Brothers in the Contra, bullet holes in the stop sign

Gods in the neighborhood, pistol in the sunset

Lyrics, the bitch pressed dump trucks with one thrust

Faster than sound, light, or speed that your gun busts

Among us, west coast wreck hopes, infect dope

Whining 'cause your last Holocaust cassette broke

The hunchback tic-tac heads come to get you

Nine-hundred and forty-three missiles made of crystal

Light a match to those, the crowd put all their lighters up

Stomp through the graveyard in the rain, the architect

Bricks in the mud, the cold weather is scorchin

For boxcar children and orphans, wrote a portrait

Chewing on cactus, rappers better practice

Slimey like a catfish, dollers in the mattress

A hand-carved pipe from Baton Rouge to Cherokee

Grand-high count, feed Macadamias to parakeets

French lemonade, skeletons on the highway

Clove, gets rowdy I'll box my way out

Poor righteous teacher, devils better fear us

Or my pistol splatter your brains accross the mirrors


Bluntz, martinez, girls, and gunz (gunz)


Gut 'em like a fish, the man who bled Marbles

Bloody Mr. Fixit, holocaust and guns

Stumbled through the doorway wearing my evening chains

Real as the hallway red and blue Crayolas

Now leaving stains, architect from Cali

Rumble through the mist covered valleys, dirty alleys

Crumbs in your suitcase, ice fishing with pelicans

Big 'ole tackling skeleton, you're irrelevant

Riding jeweled elephants, California horizon

Track mud through the kitchen, murder henchmen

Strange man's pockets, cigarettes and candy

Walk with a limp, chance of a lifetime

Bandits want cyborg crank, tic-tac

Blow holes through emcees, size of bowling balls

Briefcase man chant, my flavor's building

Set a fishbowl full of jelly beans out for the neighbor's children

Two-fisted brawler, good times in the sunlight

Tracked him one night, you call and cause a gunfight

Holo-holocaust is sleepy, holdin microphones

4 dead men in the alley, the butcher

Shirts with the blossoms, west coast the gentlemen

Holding the pistol, smoke blunts for hours

To understand the language of flowers

Gritty mugshot, missed her arms and legs, drool bullets

Bedtime time to turn in but into what?

A well set table, third rock from the sun

Dead men hung, Cadillacs and dinosaurs

Hot peanuts and fireworks, the holocaust


Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz

Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz

Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz girlz and gunz girlz and gunz


Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz

Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz

Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz girlz and gunz girlz and gunz