Hit 'Em Kill 'Em Shoot 'Em Dead

(الألبوم: Trust Your Gut - 2017)

Ice on my neck and it's cold as the fridge
Pull out the rifle, we know where you live
Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc
[x2]

These demons inside of me trynna escape
Get the fuck off me 'cause I need some space
Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.. dead
Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.. dead
[x2]

The voices keep telling me, don't let 'em live
Devil's alive, I'm nobodies friend
Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
Fill the mosh pit with bullets (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
Fill the mosh pit with bullets (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
Fill the mosh pit with bullets
Fill the mosh pit with bullets

I'm a psychopath, I let the rifle blast.. first I sigh and gasp and then I light the match
I'm going ain't shit, I'm taking to many prescriptions got thirty six in my mouth again like I came in from emphins
I'm in your face at the dentist, I'm at the table with winners and now the scope got a lens like I'm taking a picture, like..
Buc 'em, buc 'em, buc 'em, buc 'em
If they really want beef, I.. buc 'em, buc 'em

Ice on my neck and it's cold as the fridge
Pull out the rifle, we know where you live
Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc
[x2]

These demons inside of me trynna escape
Get the fuck off me 'cause I need some space
Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.. dead
Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.. dead
[x2]

Yeah, yo..
Rap sort of lambo in the garage, rambo, they want a spot, they get blown like cigars
Never broke, cash flows going harder than the homies on the yard, 'ya all phony, 'ya facade
The block's taking the order, welcome to Hell's Kitchen, clique so big, it's on a scale where yourself with
I slang salt water to a beach, host is the hand up, God Father in the street, whole squad is a lead up, I put a chopper at the sea
Block-block, I top shoter, getting dollars like a mitch, the real mitch, the real topper, the real Tony
OG in the steel.. homie, you kill softly, youngs flange.. yo, they fucking with prince
Gotta constantly make casket for these rappers on my dick, ah
I'm the boss, what they gonna say now?
I'm no plug, no wire, this is not Pay Pal

The voices keep telling me, don't let 'em live
Devil's alive, I'm nobodies friend
Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up
Fill the mosh pit with bullets (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
Fill the mosh pit with bullets (Fill the mosh pit with bullets)
Fill the mosh pit with bullets
Fill the mosh pit with bullets

Bang-bang, motherfucker, bang-bang, chain slang, I'm just trynna maintain (That's right)
Fucked up, I can't never stay sane.. but you know that I'm the illest in my whole campaign
Shots rang through the window of your whip.. yeah, we really with the shits
Bullets filling up the clip, got the pistol on my hip like brrrrrrhhhaaaaa
Like the beef in the freezer, I'm raw
You just tough on screen like Deniro in the city, where I'm from I'm a motherfucking hero (Fangs)
I'm still good in the hood like my hands are clean and I'm known to cash buddies like a trampoline (Hahaha)
Gasoline in the truck if these cats want beef, 'ya belong in the movie, you just acting G (Fugazi)
Yeah, let the lions out the cage, put the fire in your face when I'm lighting up the stage
Bang-bang

Ice on my neck and it's cold as the fridge
Pull out the pistol.. bitch, I know where you live
[x2]

Ice on my neck, ice on my neck
Ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck
[x3]

Pull out the pistol.. bitch, I know where you live