Lyrics:
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
Now wielding its deadly blood no man, monster, mystery shielded murderous!
With this my expiation ends!
This three-headed hound is nothing to me
Slain
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
the plague
Album two, I crossed the bridge
Album three, about to knock the fucking gates from the hinge
Precision sharper than a blade
On point like a syringe
boom, then your head has exploded
Blood spraying 'round the room, it is turnin' red
One more second 'till your officially dead
My bitch can't hurt me, so
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
at you
You had a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your
Feasting on the Blood of the Insane by Six feet Under
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
In the dark of the night I search for
Walking alone the night again
It's like three am, and I'm carrying a blade
Blood on your face, what happened there?
You weren't aware, stop running
nuts man
Last two albums I've been complaining
Like I'm a defendant
Haters holding court like they're the plaintiff
Dudes with man boobs
With commentary
you're juicing me
Gighead
Gighead
Gighead
Busted wide open pin me one, two, three
Seeing red you're mesmerized by our lies
Gighead
Gighead
Gighead
Showing
the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine trey)
Answer that, then
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a thug
And all them niggas say
[Chorus: Mac]
in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a thug
And all them niggas say
[Chorus: Mac]
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame
the
Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
Indecisive mess, I'm blessed by the powers vested in me
You better get ready, because all of this stress could be less within three
I guess I'll try
on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-one-point-three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid, I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin',
of stone
Grimoire open reading languages unknown
Presented with a knife, unholy curved blade
Forged by the unhallowed fires of hell
The time has come
on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-one-point-three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid, I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin',
can't front
Ha ha ha ha ha
If they respond too late to the 911 call
They find you on the floor with a razor blade in your palm
Deep cuts an inch wide
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