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letra de sarcophagus iii - $uicideboy$ & ramirez

[intro]
“here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours. three police officers shot and wounded in the sp-ce of an hour last night. a man was shot in broad daylight—and subsequently seen walking away from the scene.”.”

[chorus: m.c. mack]
point me a tone
point, point, point me a tone right
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone right
point me a tone right
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone
point me a tone

[verse 1: yung christ]
murder, murder on my mind
$uicidal all the time
they just stay blinded by the sight of blood that’s drippin’ down my eyes
point, point, point, me a tone
shoot me a b-tch ’till the clip go “cl!ck”
heard that you’re tippin’ police and sh-t
rat motherf-ckers, i ain’t got love for ’em
internet thugs talkin’ all over the forum
b-tch, i hate everybody i ain’t here to make friends
shade throwin’ on twitter like we’ll never meet again
see you in the flesh, and your tone change up
yung christ, i can never-ever be touched
$carecrow stick talk, triggers, i clutch
hoes all around me want their cl-t to be touched
ain’t learned yet that i’d rather do drugs, hoe

[chorus: m.c. mack]
point, point, point me a tone right
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone right
point me a tone right
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point, point, point me a tone right

[verse 2: yung plague]
yung plague got a one-way ticket
some say he the young flame, with the gunplay on a sunday
make a f-ckin’ p-ssy boy stand in the blood rain
ruby levitate, another gun bang
chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
pull up the with the motherf-ckin’ ak, boy
pull up like it’s motherf-cking game day, boy
shoot ’em with the pistol, shoot ’em point blank, boy, yuh
uzi f-cking fire like a gun range, boy
c-m stains on your dumb dame, boy, ayy
yung plague was a dead boy, ayy
no shame in the blunt, aye, don’t be scared, boy, ayy
just let me choke in the flames

[chorus: m.c. mack]
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone right
point, point, point me a tone right

[verse 3: ramirez]
welcome to the motherf-ckin’ genocide
bl–dy murder run through my f-cking mind
grey clouds surround when we take a life
last thing you taste is my f-cking knife
pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome
shine through the dark
now there’s nothing but the chrome
cut ya’ body up, and i throw it in a hole
ak strapped never trying to f-ck with the boys
g-g-59
don’t try to cross the line
f-cking with the k!llers i’ma have to make your soul mine
f-cking with the murderers, i’ll have you breathing no more
ruby stay strapped with an all black .44
scrim with the k he don’t give a f-ck ‘bout a hoe

[outro: m.c. mack]
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point me a tone right dead at ya’ dome, fool
point, point, point me a tone right

- uicideboy ramirez

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