Lyrics:
the wall
But slow down, baby doll
You can't walk before you crawl
[Verse two]
Still close to gettin' toasted by the be -a-are
About to bounce wit' these
203 a rocket
Drop by AK 7.62 aim right at his body
Only take 2, 2 inside his chest and then he dropping
(Down)
Uh
Drop quick
Driving down that blvd
bih these niggas they said they don't like me
I don't care he better stay 6 ft i got corona inside me
Nigga stop playing I might be mighty and brolic
cut by your reflections
Knowing that I'm not safe with you
Locked eyes, tongues tied
What? you don't feel safe inside
Maybe I should leave and start
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
could they'd kill me
(I know they'd kill me, yeah)
For sixty days and sixty nights, I been goin' hard off this Ecstasy
I pray to God that my killer
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
head
There's a killer alive inside of my mind
That wants to pull out a butcher
Knife and stab you 300 times in the face
It seems that I've acquired a new
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
ya move
You're caught inside a homicidal groove
Where only the idle loose
By violating one of life's most vital rules
Thou shalt not
But hell is a foul
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
hang with the gang and I hang with the killers
Banana clip on me I'm going gorilla
By the end of the year tryna touch me a million
You don't live what
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your
Led Zeppelin Four and Two
Take Off Your Pants and Jacket by Blink 182
The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me by Brand New
Phrenology The Roots
Foo
now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin'
now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin'
ya move
You're caught inside a homicidal groove
Where only the idle loose
By violating one of life's most vital rules
Thou shalt not
But hell is a foul
the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent
the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
cherish torture
Protect ya neck neck when you view me
Ain't nobody gonna get defended by Dewey
Deputy Dufus, I'm reckless and ruthless
I dissect humans like
A nigga try to get inside the mind of a murderer
Voice so provocative, I never heard of her
Hair dye color like pennywise suit
Seein' her lookin' at me with
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