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[Chorus x 2]
Iâm taking my own life, I might as well
Guess where Iâm going cause the Devilâs inside
Iâm taking my own life, thatâs where Iâm going
Except they might not sell weed in Hell
[Verse 1]
See I always have respect cause I always talk fact
The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black
I always left with nothing but I always brought back
I always been a hustler, I probably go off that
Yâall donât wanna go to work with the boy
Thereâs only two words that describe me: search and destroy
I donât think you wanna get murked by the boy
My shit is military, yâalls is like a nursery toy
Itâs hurting you boys
My team ainât even hungry, we famished
I murder everybody, fuck collateral damage
Iâm animal savage with Hannibalâs habits
Iâll mangle your cabbage
I walked into the parish and I strangled the faggots
I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus
Run with brothers whoâs forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists
Ugly and ignorant is how they perceive us
I donât care, Iâm trying to deal with my personal demons
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 2]
Yâall donât wanna go that route
Broke motherfucker need to throw his throwback out
If you see me drinking something good I stole that stout
If you see me drinking in the hood then roll back out
On the real I donât want no one to bother me, cousin
Rapping just a little fucking bit of part of me, cousin
Iâm just trying to have a drink at the bar with my cousin
I ainât mean to be rude, god, pardon me cousin
I stay strapped lord, gun in the tuck
Young boys act wild lord funny as fuck
I scrap southpaw sonning you fucks
Look at you lord on the floor bummy as fuck, what?
My life been defined by death
So I guess if everybody dead mine is next
My father dropped a jewel on me, time forgets
Itâs not as easily the mind forgets
Yâall know what I mean?
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 3]
Drag you to Hell, Iâm evil dead, you can call me Sam Raimi
These motherfuckers want a verse but they canât pay me
Fuck a funeral home, put em in the sand maybe
Yâall are acting like youâre big, like youâre mad gravy
Yâall donât wanna beef with the god
Donât have the brain power to compete with the god
Yâall should retreat from the god before you get turned to meat
Something to eat for the god, peace to the gods
I carry heavy shit, big guns, John Rambo
Iâmma spot Russia like Pakistani commandos
How you go to war when youâre standing in sandals?
Now youâre dead and your family handling candles
Donât even call for a truce, Iâm about to end this
Whole motherfucker when I call for the troops
Reservoir dog walk with the troops
And I burn this motherfucker down to the ground down to its roots
[Chorus x 2]