One More Way 2 Die Do or Die (Ft. White Folks)

Pimpin' up through the... {*repeated*}

[Verse 1]
Pimpin' up through the Red Sea like Moses
The coldest phenomena
Let me take it to the place where guillotine dreams
And triple beam make bodies do triple lean
If it seams that I'm in the zone
Seeing red lines shooting over your mother's home
What's going on?
Thirty red dots fly live to the dome for the head shot
Looking for my angle, strangle, you can see demons and angels tangle
Weary, cause the niggas standing near me, can't see me or hear me
I will slaughter you and your main man with these same hands
Closed casket, can't hang man, it's hard to explain man, but my game plan
Is to, is to take it to that same land
With three hundred fifty seven slugs on shift
For three hundred fifty seven slugs on shit
So I'm a tell you where these slugs gon' fit (where the fuck they gon' fit?)
In their arteries
I never understood why these demons and angels kept a part of me
Which make me murder more properly
In the zone, my zone be zoned out
For the wrong route
Cause these niggas pull their chromes out
Blowin' domes out
Let's reverse this psycho-psychology
What the fuck is this screaming inside of me?
Its gotta be, demons with mental telepathy
Catching my misery, flippin' these clips
And open up seven seas