Terror
4HEES
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Bring the pain Right to your brain I bring the pain Right to your brain Yo it's fucking Halloween And you know I'm on the scene Causing terror in the souls of the weak It's a fucking Armageddon Watch you die like John Lennon With this .38 embedded in your head Got the shooters on the ready Got you feeling all sweaty And I watch you blow up into a pile of confetti Watch you go pop, pop When the black Glock hot You know I never miss Ballin' like a fuckin' top shot Yeah top shot, top shot I'm a fuckin' hot shot Squeezing on ya' throat 'til you get a fuckin' blood clot I'm gonna tie you up with the motherfuckin' zip lock Killin' you feelin' like I won the fuckin' jackpot Try to run away But only it's at your dismay When I pull up with the blades And I dance on your grave Bodies pilin' like an avalanche Eat you up with a side of ranch Flip a quarter key right in the Florida Keys Shit so potent it makes the kids seize Catch me at the strip club after smoking trees Throwin' hundreds like my name was Drew fuckin' Brees I told you once before Now I'll tell you once again Get the f*ck out my door You ain't my fucking friend I'm that voice inside your head that wants you fucking dead I'm the reaper, the body sleeper, the motherfucking Dealer heading down to Costa Rica To peel your scalp off your motherfucking skull Yeah I watch the shawties get low Then I give 'em molly so we can roll Got the tint rolled up when I'm riding out at night With the subs booming 'til I see the sun-fucking-light Doin' lines off a stripper's ass You know I like my knuckles brass Trippin' fuckin' hard when I'm off the fucking sass And I'm stabbin' motherfuckers with some fucking plexiglass Hit my breaking point when I was only 12 years old And I think that's the time when my heart became cold Then I became a nihilist, didn't really give a shit So apathetic when I saw you get your wig split Huffing on some duster And I'll see what you can muster I can see right through you I'm the ghost fucking buster Claw marks running down your back when I attack Then I make you forget like the Men in Black Shit I'm in the Bellagio Chilling with the 310's Bumping on some snow With another dumbass ho Gamble away another 24K And I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm finna get paid I bring the pain Right to your brain I bring the pain Right to your brain
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