Fatal Tragedy Freestyle Slim Guerilla
"Fatal Tragedy Freestyle" by Slim Guerilla, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of personal struggle, resilience, and the impact of trauma. The lyrics convey a raw emotional depth, reflecting on life's challenges. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a haunting beat, showcasing Guerilla's lyrical prowess.
[Verse]
Late night on the creep, Friday fucking 13th
Drunk as hell, this Alize, some nigga say he had beef with me
He was talking hella shit, he put his hand up under his coat
Didn't know if he had a gun or if the nigga was tryna sell me some dope
In my mind I ain't wanna kill but I couldn't let him kill me first
If the busta had the chance, the nigga would try to lay me in the dirt
Take a puff from the hay as I let my pistol spray
The nigga body fell on the floor, police got me on the chase
Running and dodging in the woods, man I couldn't go out like that
So I jumped up over the fence, you know I had to throw my gat
Police always on my ass, police always on my dick
Had to get away fast, my nigga sick as shit
Finally had a break, went behind the fucking corner store
Knew I collected some money, so you know I went and collected my dough
Next thing you know, a bitch done snitched on SG Rilla Mane
Threw her ass in the trunk, grabbed the fucking pump and things
She was crying like a hoe, told the bitch to shut the fuck
Said we was going to the graveyard, you better not say nothing
And keep your mouth shout
Told Almighty to hit my phone, fuck this hoe, you know it's on
Man I'm about to put this hoe to sleep and bust in her fucking dome
I don't really fucking care, I refuse to go to jail
Still creeping in '94, sending y'all niggas to Hell
Crazy how this bullshit happened on Friday the 13th
But oh well, guess you call it motherfuckin' Fatal Tragedy
Late night on the creep, Friday fucking 13th
Drunk as hell, this Alize, some nigga say he had beef with me
He was talking hella shit, he put his hand up under his coat
Didn't know if he had a gun or if the nigga was tryna sell me some dope
In my mind I ain't wanna kill but I couldn't let him kill me first
If the busta had the chance, the nigga would try to lay me in the dirt
Take a puff from the hay as I let my pistol spray
The nigga body fell on the floor, police got me on the chase
Running and dodging in the woods, man I couldn't go out like that
So I jumped up over the fence, you know I had to throw my gat
Police always on my ass, police always on my dick
Had to get away fast, my nigga sick as shit
Finally had a break, went behind the fucking corner store
Knew I collected some money, so you know I went and collected my dough
Next thing you know, a bitch done snitched on SG Rilla Mane
Threw her ass in the trunk, grabbed the fucking pump and things
She was crying like a hoe, told the bitch to shut the fuck
Said we was going to the graveyard, you better not say nothing
And keep your mouth shout
Told Almighty to hit my phone, fuck this hoe, you know it's on
Man I'm about to put this hoe to sleep and bust in her fucking dome
I don't really fucking care, I refuse to go to jail
Still creeping in '94, sending y'all niggas to Hell
Crazy how this bullshit happened on Friday the 13th
But oh well, guess you call it motherfuckin' Fatal Tragedy
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