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THROATCRACK
by Depth Strida
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I got glocks
I got rocks
In my backpack
When the day
Turns to night
We hunt their head
Mercenaries on the front
Watch his throat crack
You dont know who you mess with
And it shows man
Kaisers bass make the ground shake
One tap and youre outplayed
Watch me countin bodys
Genocide brought by my outrage
I remember when they doubt me
Now they act likes clowns aye
Never on a grind but its a fact
That they know me
Duffle bag
Color black
Filled with cash
In my trunk
Next to hash
Smash his head
On the barrel of my gun
Countin days
Searching ways
Ay i hate what ive become
Hide in hay
Crosshair placed
Now its one shot and you gone
Glock in my carharrt pants
Expensive ammo spend a band
I roll up with shenannigans
Hes eating shots like melons man
Im riding in a matt black van
Theres not a rapper i can stand
Kaiser on the driver seat
Boutta fuck up the whole engine man
I got glocks
I got rocks
I got runners
On the block
I got ammo
Feeling shallow
Put the devil in my socks
Every hit is still a demo
Still its better than you shmucks
Better take the fucking gallow
I be fucking up the clubs
I got glocks
I got rocks
In my backpack
When the day
Turns to night
We hunt their head
Mercenaries on the front
Watch his throat crack
You dont know who you mess with
And it shows man
Kaisers bass make the ground shake
One tap and youre outplayed
Watch me countin bodys
Genocide brought by my outrage
I remember when they doubt me
Now they act likes clowns aye
Never on a grind but its a fact
That they know me
Duffle bag
Color black
Filled with cash
In my trunk
Next to hash
Smash his head
On the barrel of my gun
Countin days
Searching ways
Ay i hate what ive become
Hide in hay
Crosshair placed
Now its one shot and you gone
Glock in my carharrt pants
Expensive ammo spend a band
I roll up with shenannigans
Hes eating shots like melons man
Im riding in a matt black van
Theres not a rapper i can stand
Kaiser on the driver seat
Boutta fuck up the whole engine man
I got glocks
I got rocks
I got runners
On the block
I got ammo
Feeling shallow
Put the devil in my socks
Every hit is still a demo
Still its better than you shmucks
Better take the fucking gallow
I be fucking up the clubs
