BLACKOUT TORTURECHAIN

[Verse 1]
Ahh
Blackout drunk with a gunmag
Usually, haha, haha
Put you back inside the whip
Aye, I stay inside my house for your own protection
Needle inside my arm so I do not get your infection
Up an atom bomb on the bus
Blow everybody up and leave you lifeless on the pavement
You gotta fuckin' go blow him up into little pieces
Yeah fuck you, bitch, ugh
I got that dude blood up on my shoe
Yeah fuck that bitch, I'm done
Ah, yeah, kill a dirty bitch who disrespect me
Put a body up
Uh, uh, uh
Now his organs are up inside a jar
Out my way, 'bout to hit you wit' my car
Uh, ah, ahaha
I don't even see a reason, aha

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
Ahh
Ahh
Yeah, you should make some arrangements
Thеy try to catch me, but the city cannot afford it
I'mma get that MLG and mothеrfuckin' ash 'em
Now they wanna talk, I'mma let me talk
'Cuz my AK47 'bout walk, walk, walk
If you wanna talk, talk
Yeah, contemplate your death every single day
Ahh, I'mma cut off your motherfuckin' face
Pussy, I'mma rearrange your fucking organs
No form of plastic surgery gonna help you when I'm done
As bullet ricochet, watch it pop out
Aye
Now he dead, give a fuck if I am dead
Throw a body in the shed
It's starting to get obnoxious
If I keep doin it I'm rey blow up
Into little peaces (Damn right)
Uh, ah, ah, ah, ah