Mothaf#cka’s finna catch stitches
If they rolling by, im coming back vicious
Ain’t no running at em, gotta practice it
Imma hunt em down, like i katniss it
Pack clips in it, send it to the sinners
Dont pretend the rain of led, bother’s any winner
f#ck the cap of rats, call em master splinter
Keep up with the beef, then you’ll be my dinner
Packing and pumbling punches, all at you b#tches in bunches
Jumping up on em with lunges, stack all the chips and im crunching
Dominant dimming the dungeon, cooking yo b#tch in the oven
Serving her limbs on the platter, feasting in til there was nothin
I gotta plan, to obliterate, lure your friends
They in my hands and they plan to take, multiple xans
I got em all to much, a hundred milligrams
Now they sit there dead, in my oven pan
MURDER is the only thing that i fantasize/
Blade dug deep in their mothaf#ckin eyes/
You dont run me, victim of a homicide/
Is what you’ll be, if your fate does not abide/
On my clown murder sh#t, better run and hide
Bloody mask, a machete, in between your eyes
f#ck the system, lash out, i will not abide
Just another soul, wasted to a sacrifice
b#tch i been sick of the lies
Cooking yo homies alive
Ain’t no one hearing yo cries
Piss on yo grave to cut ties
The paint on my face, never melting/
Permenent plans that im pelting
f#cked up on acid, im belching
All over ya turf, ain’t no helping
MURDER is the only thing that i fantasize/
Blade dug deep in their mothaf#ckin eyes/
You dont run me, victim of a homicide/
Is what you’ll be, if your fate does not abide/
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