Midnight Marauder

Top down up in the Chevy
Let me teach you how to whip the grain
Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame
Swerving corners in this jet
I'm on a quest to touch a hunnid more before I lay myself to rest
Sitting on the Glock, I turn the beam on
A savage, I'm the fucking one
The Unabomber
Wreaking havoc, singing sad songs
Red rum, murder, and greatness 'side of my mind
Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody in sight
I can load and bust a hammer
Hit the nail and crucify
Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine
Death note got a page with your name on it
Bullets flying to your head like a fucking comet

Stepping out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist
Purp smoke, gun clips
Shooting from the fucking hip
Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder
Grip the chopper like a boulder
Ain't nobody fucking colder
Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic
Strapped up like a dyke
Your bitch want the pipe
It's alright, I'mma hit tonight
I'mma end your life by the knife
You gonna pay the price
I'mma dim your fucking lights and leave you hanging by the tide
Telegraph inside your mailbox
It reads that you a bitch
Body bagging motherfuckers that be thinking that they slick
*59 'till the death of me, I never shall repent
Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick