10,000 Degrees

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Straight outta hell, ring the bells

Plague is here to stay

Roaches and locusts, they cover me

No halo over me, follow me in yo' grave

Ain't got no Patek because I've been

To the end of fuckin' times

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

And still you wonder, who am I?

I am the Devil's son, born and raised

Preachin' suicide, googly eyes

Tell me more, okay

Praise the fuckin' Devil, God can suck my dick

I'll scorch the plains

Makin' mountains crumble, glaciers meltin'

Oceans swellin', I'm lord of the plagues

(Load up my) Wait a fuckin' minute, I got more to say

Threatening swordplay, some would say nay

'Cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane

Lil' Plague breakin' fortés

Scarecrow in the corn maze

Hauntin' board games, for war, we pray

Plague is cold in Norway, hangin' from the doorframe

With sores and stains

For war, we pray

Seventh ward, the gray

For war, we pray

Seventh ward, the gray

For war, we pray

Seventh ward, the gray

For war, we pray

Death is inevitable

The fuckin' scarecrow walkin' on his tiptoes

On your blood-stained wood floor

You know, mister typical

Hearin' the fuckin' voices through my window

(Beggin' to be dead)

But no worries, just

Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade

And the knife, may thy rise for the young Christ

Never even died

My father just forsaken, I, I'm still $uicide until I die

It's an eye for an eye

Speakin' of die, I (Someone help me out)

See the reaper havin' a busy season

Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin'

It's gettin' harder to watch from the bleachers

The father of evil like Knievel

Ruby and I stay jumpin' over people

Xanax eatin', close to lethal

Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles

So, I grew up a fuck-up (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah

Yeah, said, I grew up a fuck up

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

Load the nine up, my time's up

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna