Dollar On Swole Lord Infamous

[Hook]
In the middle of the club, dollar on swole
Take me a scoop, put it to my nose
Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down
Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out
In the middle of the club, dollar on swole
Take me a scoop, put it to my nose
Buckin' through the crowd, knock yo bitch down
Pistol in my draws, don't make me pull it out

[Verse 1]
Kamikaze in a Maserati, homicidal hobbies
Blow your bodies up like Nagasaki, missiles from the shotty
Split your bodies then I mold the corpses out on a big dolly
Gulf war syndrome at the party, poppin' molly, scopin' charlie
There's no need for an autopsy when this migo gettin' naughty
Flesh is rottin', never stoppin', medulla oblongata
Spreadin' parts of your whole noggin', bring a key bump for a goon
For a motherfuckin' bargain on, embedded your horror
Cyanide, sayonara, Guatemala, pounds trapped
In the snout of a wicked clone, Saigon, Heroin
My flow is in the medicine, my tolerance is nuclear
With the skull and crossbones, hold on my soul, it's gone
Been zoned out for so long and blown like a trombone
Shittin' on you maricones
Throwin' your hood pass and flash - don't even do that
I rip and rob you wussies, throw them bitch niggas a Tampax
Hairpin trigger and a (?)