[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 space of an hour last night. A man was shot in broad daylight—and subsequently seen walking away from the scene."."
[Chorus: Project Pat]
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 bitch 'til the clip go "click"
Heard that you're tippin' police and shit
Rat motherfuckers, I ain't got love for 'em
Internet thugs talkin' all over the forum
Bitch, 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 clit to be touched
Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe
"Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours. Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night. A man was shot in broad daylight—and subsequently seen walking away from the scene."."
[Chorus: Project Pat]
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 bitch 'til the clip go "click"
Heard that you're tippin' police and shit
Rat motherfuckers, I ain't got love for 'em
Internet thugs talkin' all over the forum
Bitch, 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 clit to be touched
Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe
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