GUILLOTINE REDZED (Ft. Rest (CZE))

[Verse 1: REDZED]
Joe Pesci type crazy, I'm a certified lunatic
Motherfucker with that psycho mind, super sick
Straight fucking slaying, way they gonna die — hardcore shit
I put in on just to drop a bomb on your clique
Better go, go, go, you don't wanna meet the killer
Everybody knows that ain't nobody iller
Suckers getting fucking fucked like they slapped by a gorilla
Ten shots down, then Reddy ain't a chiller
Ah shit, it’s the locked out, stoned villain
Nostrils getting coked out, strong feeling
My street's bloody, soaked out, road killing
And my truck's rolling, blacked out, no feeling
I'm obscene, fuck your mood, I'm a mood shaper
Happy life dissapears in a blue vapor
They go down like them rocks, they can't beat paper
I go hard, you can read it in a newspaper
If my dick was a whip, it'd be escalade
Let your bitch drink me up like I'm distillate
I'm going hard, and these fucks go against the blade
I go hard, Mopar in my engine bay
I never flex, 'cause the chains just collect the dust
I'm on another fucking wave, I just quench my thirst
The black pearl, fucking curse, drinking dawn 'til dusk
I'm never full, blacking out but I own it cuz