Bloodcurdle

Clip after clip Let it rip Guts done spill The mallets I carry make bitch niggas squeal Stir with the mop Gumbo pot what a meal The corpse that I eat ain't enough yall ain't real (Huh) Ima just turn 'em to dust No CoD but get hit with the Rust You niggas are phony Too fake like bologne I know pups that eat you for lunch The pavement you having for brunch The choppa your supper get crunched Stay out of my face Or you catching a case Not talking about the one with a judge Munch after much I will crush all your bones Slit after slit Make your blood bath my home Stomp after stomp My grey boots kiss your dome Hit after hit All for one hands still numb Teeth after teeth Ima rip leave not one You lungs look so precious Scrape each vein for fun Say I ain't shit Boy like "Luke you're my son" Watch what you say I slay pricks just for fun Eeny miny moe Who gone go Scope out all foes If you run you lose Knee caps bruised Hang you by a noose Eeny miny moe Who gone go Scope out all foes If you run you lose Knee caps bruised Hang you by a noose