[Verse 1: Opio]
Now, playful pulpit-pussies poppin' junk with the pistol
Sweated because I'm dreaded, let's get ready to pull a fistful
Of extinction, reachin’, quick on the trigger, sneakin'
And then send a flurry of bullets diggin’ deep in my flesh and wreakin'
The props 'cause they pops lots of mops heads drop
Dead plots, a cop, eager and ready to lick the shots hot
Ready to kick the plot so wipin’ the flop and then I vanish
Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say, "Damn, it's a shame," the brain is washed, to the point when it's savage
Beasts, I rest in peace, simply before I annex
Insanity; why can't there be a resolution? I ask you
No answer, so fuck it the next time my life is threatened, I'll blast you
Packin’ the black steel, makin’ the mack's feel pain and fear
As I smear blood from buckshots to the brain
Pump! Pump! Pump! Listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past
Your ears and dig in, drillin’ into your cranium
Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid
Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with
Intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins
Defends my livelihood 'cause rivals could bring ends to
My youthful bliss bustin’ a trigger gun and missed this
Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist
In your death, your last breath havin' spasms as I has em’
The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad
And not a murderer, ensurin’ the longevity of my life, I'll
Live and let live, kill if I must, I shall
Now, playful pulpit-pussies poppin' junk with the pistol
Sweated because I'm dreaded, let's get ready to pull a fistful
Of extinction, reachin’, quick on the trigger, sneakin'
And then send a flurry of bullets diggin’ deep in my flesh and wreakin'
The props 'cause they pops lots of mops heads drop
Dead plots, a cop, eager and ready to lick the shots hot
Ready to kick the plot so wipin’ the flop and then I vanish
Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say, "Damn, it's a shame," the brain is washed, to the point when it's savage
Beasts, I rest in peace, simply before I annex
Insanity; why can't there be a resolution? I ask you
No answer, so fuck it the next time my life is threatened, I'll blast you
Packin’ the black steel, makin’ the mack's feel pain and fear
As I smear blood from buckshots to the brain
Pump! Pump! Pump! Listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past
Your ears and dig in, drillin’ into your cranium
Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid
Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with
Intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins
Defends my livelihood 'cause rivals could bring ends to
My youthful bliss bustin’ a trigger gun and missed this
Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist
In your death, your last breath havin' spasms as I has em’
The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad
And not a murderer, ensurin’ the longevity of my life, I'll
Live and let live, kill if I must, I shall
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