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If you wanna let me, I can lick your ichor
Send you back to mama in a bodybag
All's you gotta give me is a little snicker
And you will go down by

Old Godzilla was hoppin' around 
Tokyo City like a big playground 
When suddenly Batman burst from the shade 
And hit Godzilla with a Bat Grenade

I play Russian Roulette and life is my bullet 
Sometimes it's a hand grenade 
Even with all my amputations 
I'm still digging my own grave 
And I

It's just another night
Little ones grow dancing with bullets
Photographs in scopes
Targeted but they're not the enemy
Grenades instead of dolls

than a pre-rolled
Them Creeks, bro thats my people
A chief, call me Red Eagle
Swimmin in that Chickasabogue
Feel like I’m finna explode
Grenade through

Pull the pin from the grenade yeah I'm set in my ways
Diabolical unstoppable remarkable
These fools be putting on shows they acting somebody please

the bait, hand grenades
		While truth it lives a world away
		Am I the man who turned your sunny day 
		Your sunny day

I am surprised by every single day

Guns in your section guns in your scene
Guns in the air get the loot take the cream
Pakistan Africa Chi-town Oakland
Guns by the cop make a mama

burnt by the blood of my enemies 
Machine gun spitting fire
Grenades blowing everything away
Android's head hanging around my belt, cursing me

locs
My notes disappear, reappear
Shit is wicked here
Tragedy all over the screen
Like William Shakespeare plays
Disease, the grade, increase grenades

won't damage the paint
Chest naked holdin a drink
We got these hoes by the brain
We black rap moguls we the most poppin
We the illest niggas rhymin
Let's

got me a lawyer who research off Ritalin 
Pure cocaine you can tell by the taste, fiend hit me up so you know ima whip a gram
My last bitch used to be

grenades and n
Spell it out
Defending imbeciles
Inspire generals
All of the
Lyrics are never habitual
Tending to spirits
Obliterate tarot's
Negotiate
Endless

that surprise me with a grenade
I love the days that make me a better man
I love the days that come with a helping hand
I love the days that come with

concussions
Grenades busting, pocket-rocket's thrusting, our actions are just so disgusting
But now they flip the truth, then make a spoof, so they ain't

of peasants spilt', killed by pharmacies
Lieutenants shrouding new remnants and evidence of larceny
And by the blade, try to put an end to arguing
Plus flying

grenade
You from Vegas huh
Then show em heatwaves
So I'm giving em smoke til the end of my days
I ain't even blazed
Giants surround me - I ain't even phased

manipulate what I believe
I'm too blinded by reality
Maybe I should acclimate
I'm too savage
Maybe you'll need me to be fake
Scared of organic
I don't

profile
Dem a cap while mi a check some house price (Ching)
Empty barrel jussa mek di most noise
Mi av sitn close by
If yo see mi don't try
Mi went shopping

grabbing me facing me front of fatalities casualties taken by guns Mafia Family raised up by the done we come in and calories niggars we swamped known from

time make no mistake

Spring break, I'm going south
Pretended to drown, I got mouth-to-mouth
Got kissed by a dude while I was knocked out
Got lots

to sand

Preparing for trials that don't matter, succeeding in meaningless trades
Betrayed by those holding the ladder, promoted to falling on grenades

that shit

We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips

baby I try yeah I will
I got these dreams but they so lucid give me some juice cause I feel still
Even if you got shot by Cupid you still couldn't feel