Looks like you’re in the wrong neighborhood
And I ain’t black I’m a red hoodlum
Get crooks off my lawn like a neighbor would
Stunned? Why you could go back, could’ve fled, could run
But your pack stood dumb
That’s whack you knew I would come
Cutting slack, last chance make it a good one
I’ll attack, last dance, break ya good bum
Leave ya red dead, as redemption
Cleave, shed and shred, no exception
Believe there’s only dread ahead, ain’t deception
You thieve, that lead to mе using led, what? Never said it was apprеhension
Dry heave, because of the bloodshed, your gut could use meds before dissection
Do this with obsession for perfection
Move quick with condescension for your transgression
Dismiss this infection, no chances at correction
Ain’t remiss, cleared tension in section 8
Rarely miss, my perception, pff, don’t even mention, but I still hate
Truth is I deserve the abyss, feel rejection for resurrection
Fate’s a b#tch, that’s come to my attention after reflection
This state I’d ditch
I’m straight a glitch
Would be great if I could switch
And be someone else
At this rate I don’t know which
Destination waits, it’s either Hell’s bells
Or being with people who ain’t themselves
Holding a station under fire they can’t quell
Ignoring the causation that people fell
Cause of your selfish notion, you’re hazardous
There’s no lotion or potion for that, just a bit of Lazarus
Just don’t make a commotion about him being valorous
He’s sick, no emotion, for him this life is glamorous
But I’m darker than the Dark Knight
My marker marks through the night
Got a red dot
On a bolt, semi or auto gun
Shot, then rot
Stop a revolt and any hit-and-run
Like a cop on a new block
Copping a new Glock
Rocking you like a rock
Blocking a few flocks
Mockingbirds but I’m a Robin
Robbing them robbers of their lives
When I pop in and get popping
Stopping the throbbing of your heart with knives
Master of all blades, a jack of all trades
Not a small blaze, I’m the Ace of Spades
Becoming executioner, judge and jury
Crime for crime, giving death signs
Coming back with nine times the fury
And nine times the arms, I got nines
Oftentimes
Giving punchlines and early bedtimes
Instead of using confines
No question, I ain’t a Nigma but I’ll riddle ya
In an enigmatic fashion
Good intentions to clear the stigma of the uncivil, bruh
Taking pragmatic action
Cooking the second fiddles on a griddle
Watch em beg and swizzle, numbers dwindle
Slice em right down the middle, they so brittle
Their blood will trickle get a triple
Just shoot a pistol, through the nipple
You’re in a pickle, cause of nickels
Clear em by little, I belittle
I whittle and cripple, leave em in a hospital
Leave ya scared like crows, no bats
I mean like scarecrows or dead rats
Leave ya lifeless
The solution’s timeless
Choke ya like a smoker
So you can’t joke, Joker
So easy when you can kill it
Never ask for compliance
Acting freely till it’s
Clever defiance ends in silence
I ain’t a tyrant, just wanna clear the virus
That is the f#cker smiling
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