[Intro 1: American Psycho sample]
It's not good any more, it's a cash bar, $25!
You're a fucking ugly bitch
I want to stab you to death, then play around with your blood
[Intro 2: Necro]
Yo word up, get the fucking mop!
We about to leave all your FUCKING blood on the floor!
Bitch we will...
[Hook: Necro]
Spill your blood (bitch), on the concrete!
Split your mug (what), and let you leak!
Holding guns (gats), and rolling deep!
Psycho thugs (you bitch), you don't want beef!
[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]
When Mr. Hyde enters the room you'll reside inside a tomb
When I off you with the blade in a coffin's where you stay
There ain't a fucker rough enough or tough enough to step it
And God forbid you knuckle up you'll probably get snuffed to death
A hook up right in they left my juks will spike in your flesh
But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest
Y'all are thinking that you're thugs I'mma split open your jugs
Rather spit at you with slugs than kick and get blood on my Lugs
Never acted fucking nice, like to hack and cut, and slice
So if you front it's logical that I attack you with a knife
I stay strapped and shady cause I'm packing a 380
After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades
But I'm still gripping the heat spraying off a pound of shells
Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of Hell
See my bloody fists'll drip then I'll add like 50 kicks
To your cranium I'm Damien with the biscuit itch
My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid shit
And if you disrespect you'll probably see a troop of kids
They'll be marching to your door strapping hard to start a war
They'll wait for my demand the command to spark the gore
It's not good any more, it's a cash bar, $25!
You're a fucking ugly bitch
I want to stab you to death, then play around with your blood
[Intro 2: Necro]
Yo word up, get the fucking mop!
We about to leave all your FUCKING blood on the floor!
Bitch we will...
[Hook: Necro]
Spill your blood (bitch), on the concrete!
Split your mug (what), and let you leak!
Holding guns (gats), and rolling deep!
Psycho thugs (you bitch), you don't want beef!
[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]
When Mr. Hyde enters the room you'll reside inside a tomb
When I off you with the blade in a coffin's where you stay
There ain't a fucker rough enough or tough enough to step it
And God forbid you knuckle up you'll probably get snuffed to death
A hook up right in they left my juks will spike in your flesh
But you received it like a man and took it right in your chest
Y'all are thinking that you're thugs I'mma split open your jugs
Rather spit at you with slugs than kick and get blood on my Lugs
Never acted fucking nice, like to hack and cut, and slice
So if you front it's logical that I attack you with a knife
I stay strapped and shady cause I'm packing a 380
After life decision makers wanna banish me to Hades
But I'm still gripping the heat spraying off a pound of shells
Gonna need a thicker leash to restrain the hounds of Hell
See my bloody fists'll drip then I'll add like 50 kicks
To your cranium I'm Damien with the biscuit itch
My whole crew is sick known to start some stupid shit
And if you disrespect you'll probably see a troop of kids
They'll be marching to your door strapping hard to start a war
They'll wait for my demand the command to spark the gore
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