[Intro]
You know many times I've had visions of my own death. I mean I can actually see in visions of what it could be like, you know? It makes you wonder, have you done everything you really want to do in life?
[Verse 1]
Many visions of my death, I have visions for dementia
No repentin' for the murder I committed with the
Burner all up in your face, might I catch another case
If I kill him when I hit him with the pistol whipper
Niggas step into the realm
You would think I was from Elm
Just because the way I hit you with the Fred Kruger
The lead shooter be rippin' niggas stomachs if they want it
I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luger
Havin' 'em runnin' from the track up like I'm Mike Tyson
Chewin' a motherfucka's lungs like an old lycan
Poppin' the funs, bump the gums
Hoppin' and jumpin' up over the ones
Who wanna become affiliated with the cunt bitin'
What's the next step when you vision your death?
Do you run from accepting your sentence?
If they sent a pellet direct at my helmet
Blood I will come back with the vengeance
I can feel him getting closer
I can feel him on my shoulder
Coming over as I walk into the dark room
Voodoo rituals, doing habituals
Drinking 150 150, fill him with hollow tips and harpoons
Nevertheless I was impressed by the way that nigga stood up in my space with the face of a demon (demon)
All I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot
Did my body even drop? Am I bleeding? (bleeding?)
Little nigga always woofin' like he wanna be
Talkin' this and that about what he is gonna be
Do it to me when he beat me like a nigga was a G
But I already know that he is just a wannabe
From the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be
Niggas be trippin' when I feel a difference with this time
I tried to move
But my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine
You know many times I've had visions of my own death. I mean I can actually see in visions of what it could be like, you know? It makes you wonder, have you done everything you really want to do in life?
[Verse 1]
Many visions of my death, I have visions for dementia
No repentin' for the murder I committed with the
Burner all up in your face, might I catch another case
If I kill him when I hit him with the pistol whipper
Niggas step into the realm
You would think I was from Elm
Just because the way I hit you with the Fred Kruger
The lead shooter be rippin' niggas stomachs if they want it
I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luger
Havin' 'em runnin' from the track up like I'm Mike Tyson
Chewin' a motherfucka's lungs like an old lycan
Poppin' the funs, bump the gums
Hoppin' and jumpin' up over the ones
Who wanna become affiliated with the cunt bitin'
What's the next step when you vision your death?
Do you run from accepting your sentence?
If they sent a pellet direct at my helmet
Blood I will come back with the vengeance
I can feel him getting closer
I can feel him on my shoulder
Coming over as I walk into the dark room
Voodoo rituals, doing habituals
Drinking 150 150, fill him with hollow tips and harpoons
Nevertheless I was impressed by the way that nigga stood up in my space with the face of a demon (demon)
All I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot
Did my body even drop? Am I bleeding? (bleeding?)
Little nigga always woofin' like he wanna be
Talkin' this and that about what he is gonna be
Do it to me when he beat me like a nigga was a G
But I already know that he is just a wannabe
From the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be
Niggas be trippin' when I feel a difference with this time
I tried to move
But my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine
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