letra de ethrgwerqw - songhtegrfwebtegrwf
shadow:
lying under oath
but the only time i cap is in the courtroom thats facts
drug trafficking:
pop a couple pills and then and i sell a bit
speeding:
and i’m whippin’ it so quick, in a few minutes i’m in haiti
littering:
throwin’ racks out the window on the money, like i’m brady
conspiracy to comit murder:
thinkin’ all the blood i’ll spill, almost laugh out
head to the shed, fill my pockets with lead/got the glock on my hip, gonna fill them with dread/when i run outta lead, use the ak instead
window tint excessive darkness:
windows blacked out in my automobile
witness tampering:
gotta take out the witness and gotta do it before
underage drinking:
on my island sippin’ martinis
only time i feel right is when i got a buzz
reckless driving:
swervin’ in the coupe, i’m ridin’ shotgun
possession of a weapon in a prohibited location:
i bring what i want on planes, shootin up the tsa
solicitation of prostitution:
she be lookin fishy, she a hooker, so i hook it in
kidnapping:
your girlie in my bas-m-nt, you know she won’t escape it
incest:
but my brother won’t be here next time i ain’t warner
rape:
but next time when i hop in, gotta know i’ll never warn her
she can never say no
always on your period, a stop sign but i’m not gonna stop
i’m takin’ advantage, she didn’t think i could’ve managed
stalking:
if i can’t find him i’ll stalk
abuse of a corpse:
stuff the bodies up in the attic
bring the bodies to my master/drop ‘em down in front of him/he burns the bodies, rid of sin
i stab her in the heart, then i go and rip it out
then i get to work, saw his head off with the knife
cannabalism:
ate him whole and i’ll do it twice
unlawful possession of explosive devices:
like a terrorist there’s a bomb in my chest
possession of explosive materials:
like a terrorist there’s a bomb in my chest
transmission of std’s:
fill the girl, std’s better stop testing me
givin her aids i’m a gator
give your girl aids, i’m a gator
if you’re into me, here comes the std
grooming:
minecraft pedo, call me a creeper
and i saw kiwiz today, must be time for childs play
illegal importation of a firearm:
just bought an exotic glock from paris
attempted rape:
she blow the whistle like she tryna ref
why she always playin’ games, blowin’ whistles?
domestic abuse:
you not in the kitchen you gettin hit/by that i mean females feminine
you can call me oj simpson cause i’m ‘bout to sock her
she like a bowling pin, i knock her down and pick her up
spear her like britney and she scream and shout
she got a foot fetish so i kick her with my toe
rockin wit me and i beat that wh0re
i take out a hatchet and i slice her in the bladder/i throw her down to the floor and i just stare at her
so i get to work, tearin’ off every limb
hittin’ on your girl, i beat her up just like i’m boxin’
attack the rack like shaq from back then
criminal possession of a firearm:
heat in my jeans like a dryer do
other pocket got a glock
fifty rounds in the ak, no way
my glock’ll make you dance, and you bad at it like michael
shootin up the opps and then their heads will get a renovate
know i pull up and i shoot like i’m hitchc-ck
keep a strap on me like the minutemen
got an itchy finger while i’m grippin’ that clutch
and i keep it concealed when i’m packin’ that steel
so i hit ‘em with the chrome, and she hit that high note
comin with my team, and we pull up with the metal/put the chrome to his head cause they knowin’ that we mental
shots at your head, only time you get dome
now i got the strap out
see the fear in their eyes with my chrome out, they’ll remember my face
they ask me “why?” i toss the head aside, pull out the ak/the answer took ‘em out without a fight, so it’s their payday
that choppa make you dance like ballet
at the club with a magnum and she throwin’ it like madden
my glock, my jock, i’m packin’
criminal threats:
you thought you were safe i’m coming for everyone
i’ll merc you 90’s not the 80’s
imma make your entire team vanish
meanwhile they feel safe in their vest
cause i’ll leave ten shots in your chest
better hope i don’t see you and end your life
we’re gonna spill lots of blood tonight/my prey might try to squirm and fight/but i promise they’ll never see the light/to their coffins i invite
i’m the executioner to make them scream/they’ll be stuck in their eternal dreams
put you in your grave get mated like creme
imma shoot him, it’s time to pay, payday
i wanna shoot up a nursery, yeah
if i diss, leave you in a he-rs-
you could call that boy a pencil, cause he gettin filled with lead
say hi to jesus, you’re about to meet now
and if you get me mad then i’ll put you in a bag
talkin down on me, and i’ll leave you there dead
my glock’ll make you dance, and you bad at it like michael
if i don’t bust i’ll still k!ll you by dusk
so i’m gonna k!ll you by dusk
i was born to k!ll, i will
when i’m home alone with the chrome i own i might go the road that i steal life
better lock your doors at night/i’ll just find a different side/imma come through and break your window, then i’ll take your life/but i’ll k!ll your whole family in front of you first/the last sight you’ll ever get of them is dead in the dirt/the only way you’ll leave your house is chopped up in a he-rs-/it’s a closed-casket funeral, i could’ve done worse
but you gettin’ bodied, leave you in a casket
that choppa make you dance like ballet
at the club with a magnum and she throwin’ it like madden
try me with your crew and you’ll all go missin’
unlawful carrying of a weapon:
at a gas station with a xan no gun
heat in my jeans like a dryer do
other pocket got a glock
pass me the dagger i’m stabbin her/hit her once then twice like a mass murder/hit her in the nose like i’m thrashin her
one pocket got a glock to end their strife
fifty rounds in the ak, no way
don’t bug me, because i got a mag
pullin out the choppa, i see macarena dance
put the chrome to his head and i rock him like a stone
i bring what i want on planes, shootin up the tsa
shootin up the opps and then their heads will get a renovate
know i pull up and i shoot like i’m hitchc-ck
keep a strap on me like the minutemen
got an itchy finger while i’m grippin’ that clutch
poppin’ these shots like i’m poppin’ my pills
and i keep it concealed when i’m packin’ that steel
so i hit ‘em with the chrome, and she hit that high note
comin with my team, and we pull up with the metal/put the chrome to his head cause they knowin’ that we mental
shots at your head, only time you get dome
see the fear in their eyes with my chrome out, they’ll remember my face
they ask me “why?” i toss the head aside, pull out the ak/the answer took ‘em out without a fight, so it’s their payday
and i got these kids screamin’ when i’m pullin’ out the gat
that choppa make you dance like ballet
at the club with a magnum and she throwin’ it like madden
my glock, my jock, i’m packin’
drug possession:
this ain’t burglary but the pills kicking in
mixin my xanny with food ayy
lean in my cup come from mars ayy
when i sip molly i feel like zombie
codeine in my liver got me walkin round funny
did a punch line of coke but it wasn’t that funny
codeine the face, i’m too high
i’m so high from the xanny these pills take me to mars
on saturn, sippin lean, yeah
cause i go crazy, when lean get me high
rollin’ up tree, smokin’ mary jane
can’t feel it cause i’m numb off all the drugs
she bringin’ me the percs, i’ll have to pop one
all the tree i smoke, the entire woods
gettin’ bands, sippin’ on the codeine
goin’ so hard, pop a penicillin
sippin’ codeine
poppin’ these shots like i’m poppin’ my pills
and you say i’m actin’ different, but that’s the lean
take a sip of gin and tonic
and i’m smokin’ all the barley, and i barely even started
i smoke cause i can’t deal right
got so many lines like i’m snortin’ cocaine
i’m buryin’ these pills while my dough is risin’
pop a couple pills and then and i sell a bit
ketamine, imbedded in my mental like a skeleton
rollin’ up my tree cause my bark is different
incitement to violence:
use your logic to commit homicide
gotta have the courage to pull on that pin and take all those lives
bottom line, gotta take ‘em out
unlawful use of a firearm:
bullet in his dome, when n0body’s home
shoot em’ with a chrome, aloha tyrone
you still get shot up like a daycare
when i unload bullets i’m spraying kids
shoot those guns, columbine
got a fifty mag, in my bag, i pull it out and frag
i’ll let out the smoke when i’m done trigger poppin
put the chrome to his head and i rock him like a stone
i bring what i want on planes, shootin up the tsa
shootin up the opps and then their heads will get a renovate
know i pull up and i shoot like i’m hitchc-ck
poppin’ these shots like i’m poppin’ my pills
and i keep it concealed when i’m packin’ that steel
pullin out the glock so you know i’m gonna pop eyes
so i hit ‘em with the chrome, and she hit that high note
comin with my team, and we pull up with the metal/put the chrome to his head cause they knowin’ that we mental
shots at your head, only time you get dome
see the fear in their eyes with my chrome out, they’ll remember my face
pull the trigger, hear the scream, then i see those flashin’ lights
gotta steal another life, the more i take, i’m more alive/turn around, they in my sights, and they don’t even pose a fight
they ask me “why?” i toss the head aside, pull out the ak/the answer took ‘em out without a fight, so it’s their payday
i hit ‘em up with that chrome
that choppa make you dance like ballet
shootin’ loads out my glock it’s phallic
unlawful discharge of a firearm
bullet in his dome, when n0body’s home
shoot em’ with a chrome, aloha tyrone
you still get shot up like a daycare
when i unload bullets i’m spraying kids
shoot those guns, columbine
got a fifty mag, in my bag, i pull it out and frag
i’ll let out the smoke when i’m done trigger poppin
shoot ‘em in the foot, leave it red like the sox
put the chrome to his head and i rock him like a stone
i bring what i want on planes, shootin up the tsa
shootin up the opps and then their heads will get a renovate
know i pull up and i shoot like i’m hitchc-ck
feelin’ real loose when i’m loadin’ that mag/when you hear the sound and your vision go black
poppin’ these shots like i’m poppin’ my pills
and i keep it concealed when i’m packin’ that steel
pullin out the glock so you know i’m gonna pop eyes
so i hit ‘em with the chrome, and she hit that high note
and he got a lot of led inside him like he ate a pencil
shots at your head, only time you get dome
knowin’ the led i’m gonna send ‘em
all in the dome i ain’t talkin mental
see the fear in their eyes with my chrome out, they’ll remember my face
pull the trigger, hear the scream, then i see those flashin’ lights
gotta steal another life, the more i take, i’m more alive/turn around, they in my sights, and they don’t even pose a fight
they ask me “why?” i toss the head aside, pull out the ak/the answer took ‘em out without a fight, so it’s their payday
i hit ‘em up with that chrome
shootin’ loads out my glock it’s phallic
aggravated assault:
bullet in his dome, when n0body’s home
shoot em’ with a chrome, aloha tyrone
you still get shot up like a daycare
when i unload bullets i’m spraying kids
blood on the walls from the people i fought
i’ll break their necks like they a bad skater
blow their brains out like a math test
chop you up, then i dissect
i can see the blood go down the sweater
and i knock you out, in a fight, yuh
quit talkin smack, cause you know you get a smack
kick them while they down like we playin some soccer
if you comin’ at me, end up as a beat down
got a fifty mag, in my bag, i pull it out and frag
i’ll let out the smoke when i’m done trigger poppin
shoot ‘em in the foot, leave it red like the sox
i’m poppin their faces like i lil xan’d ‘em
put the chrome to his head and i rock him like a stone
i bring what i want on planes, shootin up the tsa
shootin up the opps and then their heads will get a renovate
know i pull up and i shoot like i’m hitchc-ck
stomp ‘em out like messi, bless up
feelin’ real loose when i’m loadin’ that mag/when you hear the sound and your vision go black
poppin’ these shots like i’m poppin’ my pills
knock you out like my names’ sylvester
pullin out the glock so you know i’m gonna pop eyes
so i hit ‘em with the chrome, and she hit that high note
and he got a lot of led inside him like he ate a pencil
shots at your head, only time you get dome
knowin’ the led i’m gonna send ‘em
pull the trigger, hear the scream, then i see those flashin’ lights
gotta steal another life, the more i take, i’m more alive/turn around, they in my sights, and they don’t even pose a fight
they ask me “why?” i toss the head aside, pull out the ak/the answer took ‘em out without a fight, so it’s their payday
i reach into my belt, my mom stands in shock now/i stare at them, smilin’, i pull out the glock now/bullets start flyin’, watch their bodies drop down
i take out a hatchet and i slice her in the bladder/i throw her down to the floor and i just stare at her
i hit ‘em up with that chrome
shootin’ loads out my glock it’s phallic
assault with a deadly weapon:
knife in they chest like i’m micheal myers
with the bayonet i’m stabbing your chest
shoot ‘em in the foot, leave it red like the sox
spear her like britney and she scream and shout
i’m a dog, john wick, and i k!ll ‘em with the pen
take the knife and i gash her head
slice off the right arm, slice off the left
then i creep up and i stab him, and he shouts for his mum/lifeless body hits the floor, dead and gone, while so young
i take out a hatchet and i slice her in the bladder/i throw her down to the floor and i just stare at her
strangulation:
choking them out, their face gets redder
attempted murder:
you still get shot up like a daycare
when i unload bullets i’m spraying kids
i’ll hang the haters like a christmas wreath
pass me the dagger i’m stabbin her/hit her once then twice like a mass murder/hit her in the nose like i’m thrashin her
i’ll break their necks like they a bad skater
putting their loved ones down to rest
light them up leave them on fire
put a hole in your homie, hope you aren’t trypophobic
got a fifty mag, in my bag, i pull it out and frag
haters on life support, the plug i’ll have to pull it
i’m poppin their faces like i lil xan’d ‘em
i bring what i want on planes, shootin up the tsa
shootin up the opps and then their heads will get a renovate
i leave the streets messy, dead opps
feelin’ real loose when i’m loadin’ that mag/when you hear the sound and your vision go black
starin’ at the body with a blank expression
smokin’ my opps like cannabis
pullin out the glock so you know i’m gonna pop eyes
so i hit ‘em with the chrome, and she hit that high note
and he got a lot of led inside him like he ate a pencil
shots at your head, only time you get dome
put the sh-ll into your head and now you lookin’ like a snail
knowin’ the led i’m gonna send ‘em
all in the dome i ain’t talkin mental
pull the trigger, hear the scream, then i see those flashin’ lights
gotta steal another life, the more i take, i’m more alive/turn around, they in my sights, and they don’t even pose a fight
they ask me “why?” i toss the head aside, pull out the ak/the answer took ‘em out without a fight, so it’s their payday
i hit ‘em up with that chrome
murder:
bullet in his dome, when n0body’s home
shoot em’ with a chrome, aloha tyrone
six bodies but ain’t no one home
six bodies but ain’t no one home
six bodies but ain’t no one home
six bodies but ain’t no one home
you still get shot up like a daycare
when i unload bullets i’m spraying kids
i’ll hang the haters like a christmas wreath
don’t pull up on me i’ll k!ll you like isis
pass me the dagger i’m stabbin her/hit her once then twice like a mass murder/hit her in the nose like i’m thrashin her
i’ll break their necks like they a bad skater
takin your life, call me grim reaper
putting their loved ones down to rest
blow their brains out like a math test
chop you up, then i dissect
i k!lled it and then it bled
shoot you in the head, jfk
take your last breath i’ll take that away
put you’re in the coffin and i’ll lay you down to rest
cut ‘em up put them in the vice
shoot two more with the automatic
shoot two more with the automatic
line up his body in chalk
put a hole in your homie, hope you aren’t trypophobic
got a fifty mag, in my bag, i pull it out and frag
and i smoke these rappers, cigars
haters on life support, the plug i’ll have to pull it
leave her in the dust, leave her in a coffin
blow your girls brains out, i just had to unravel
put the chrome to his head and i rock him like a stone
i bring what i want on planes, shootin up the tsa
shootin up the opps and then their heads will get a renovate
i leave the streets messy, dead opps
i’m a dog, john wick, and i k!ll ‘em with the pen
feelin’ real loose when i’m loadin’ that mag/when you hear the sound and your vision go black
starin’ at the body with a blank expression
smokin’ my opps like cannabis
smokin’ rappers like some chronic
and he got a lot of led inside him like he ate a pencil
put the sh-ll into your head and now you lookin’ like a snail
it’s in the kitchen where i k!ll ‘em
pull the trigger, hear the scream, then i see those flashin’ lights
gotta steal another life, the more i take, i’m more alive/turn around, they in my sights, and they don’t even pose a fight
tells me i got more to do, i go out and i k!ll again
got my face all over the news, another mass murder
hear a m-ffled cry as she dies and bleeds out
then i creep up and i stab him, and he shouts for his mum/lifeless body hits the floor, dead and gone, while so young
they ask me “why?” i toss the head aside, pull out the ak/the answer took ‘em out without a fight, so it’s their payday
i reach into my belt, my mom stands in shock now/i stare at them, smilin’, i pull out the glock now/bullets start flyin’, watch their bodies drop down
before she bleeds out all she’ll see is my grin
i hit ‘em up with that chrome
burnin’ rappers alive, a s-d-st
involuntary manslaughter:
her mouth turn right to an o, leave her dead like she king von
but they leave her dead, like a baby on the block
so we chill and vibe, and then she might die
and i break my hoes in half, when i bang ‘em on a boat
tresspassing:
then i’ll run into your house krusty the clown
headin’ to the kitchen, takin’ out a butchers knife
burglary:
child endangerment:
you still get shot up like a daycare
when i unload bullets i’m spraying kids
and i got these kids screamin’ when i’m pullin’ out the gat
statutory rape:
i put my meat in every girl like moes (869,000,000 counts)
your girl on my d-ck might put me on a list
and my income calamari, and i come inside i-carly
poaching:
shooting birdz in the city got the automatic
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