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You best stop stomping around like king kong man for real

I just might drum the full clip but don't trip on the banana peel

Word cause my steel make you ill round after round give you a stomachache

Razor in the palm leave you with a funny face

Yo cuz we're past words so stop tryin to annunciate

I'll end you like this sentence correct grammar always punctuate

speaking of periods your girl said she's a little late

But that's not your problem little boy it's my mistake

Which I stand to correct with the sawed off shotty

This one's for her brain but i got spray for the body

Double homicide blood covered walls killer kamikaze

Crime scene hot flashing paparazzi

Everything you say young buck I'm not sweating

You talk hard but your always in the mirror when you're flexing

The mouth you keep running I'm about to start messing

With fists or the strap your a failure to what I'm testing

I'll walk in the crib creepin through the front door

What happened looking shook cause I brought you the war

Put three in the chest and your head gets five more

Running through the house dumping clips out on the floor

Shells upon shells but this Sally sleeping ain't ever gonna see the seashore

Cold blooded ice in the veins I'm a straight assassin

Automatic extended I don't need a mask I just get to clappin

The black mac let off you start gaspin

The headache you got ain't gonna be fixed by aspirin

I hope you rehearsed your verse before you try to coerce

you choose full matic or the burst for the black hearse

Cowboy wild west leave you scattered in San Antonio Spurs

My shot smooth always on target like Manu Ginobili

My name loud you ain't heard it man you should know me

All I hear is talk rough words but man you never show me

You can try and avoid it but I know you'll meet my homie

Some call it their buddy others say the chopper

I'll rain it down on you it's pouring out check the Doppler

Just bring the body bag there's no need for the doctor

Your bitch was lonely so I went fred flinstone and bedrocked her

I'll walk into your building and get praise from everyone Allah

I promise change but the grind stay the same Obama

If I catch you questioning me imma answer you cha-cha

Magician with the box make you disappear ta da

7th day cherry on the top whip cream the face voila

You might not get that last one so let me say it back

On Sunday Imma bust into the room red dot your forehead

Pull the lock back clap turn the whole floor red

I got the AR with the mount and do him code red

And if I haven't dumped out all the clips I'm leaving more dead

My crew smoke heavy we always got that purp bruh

What's up doc step down before I wyatt earp yuh

Ill spray up the whole family bullets flying don't matter where they land

Twin matics dumpin rounds out till I'm empty in each hand

All the clips on the ground so I hit the baby in the face with the frying pan

You acted out the living role but now you about to play the dying man

I'll put you in a box and whatever's left of the family start crying man

I let the llama blam every time you find it in my damn hand

Light up your whole set when the triple round burst is barking I'm like ray Allen with the threes but my AK dont shoot like a Spaulding

I'm a disease when I come through the whole crew get a coffin

f*ck it I'll tear down the whole block when my pump get to sparking

Head shots on head shots put some brain on the wall

Needed clean clothes so I got some brain from your girl at the mall

She ready for the D at all times waiting on me like she on call

Wet her basket up when the finger roll she call me Chris Paul

If I'm in the building its over bag em up, zip em up

I brought the spray but only one clip just ain't enough

So I extend it bring it's twin and lift em up

Ambidextrous with the steel both hands make you stiffen up

Perfectionist with the 9 surgeon when the hammer fly

Really only need one hand, one finger and one eye

Look down the barrel, this bitch better be ready to die

Put his brain all out on the floor where his body lie

No bullshit I let them bullets swing but no curve boy

Because this life ain't no movie, I ain't no James McAvoy

Run in, driver in hand, get to swinging like Rory Mcllroy

Chop em up find the bodies scattered all through Illinois

But all I hear is screaming coming from this fake actor's boy

Walked up to the playpen he reached for the spray like this Mac a toy

So I let it off, dumped out till he slumped out over the Tonka truck

Spray to the abdomen give your wife that tummy tuck

Cause we ride deep Strapped up blacked up on them drive by's

And I ain't talking about burgers when I'm bringing five guys

If its 5 guys then that means its 5 nines

Repeat that and you got a lot of .45s

Anyway you do the math my body count never lies

You dudes keep talking that shit then see that number rise

My 22 will cause alarm like a carjack

When this silence hiccups it leave that Marvin a mess

I'm blunted on that kush and wavy off the cognac

Whether I'm killing or chilling my mind is at rest

Riding deep hanging out the window of a black ac

With this metal his world be at peace, that's Ron artest

Cause with every shot it make him fallback

Look like Kobe with this 8 on his chest

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