Golden Calf (feat. Eddy Baker & Fat Nick)

Bullets knockin' **** down as if they were heat seeking

Scalpin' me more devils than a lunatic Mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weapon-ary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture

Bullets knockin' **** down as if they were heat seeking

Scalpin' me more devils than a lunatic Mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weapon-ary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture

My money always gone probably from all the drugs caught in my palm

Slide 'em down my throat and swallow without water

Dead by dawn

I told y'all all these dark rooms in an empty house ain't nothin' fun

Drugs ain't for turnin' up, I take 'em, now I'm turnin' numb

All these hoes tryna make me cum but I'm too fucked up

She left so now I'm rollin' up blunts out the book of Psalms

Talkin' 'bout that Genghis Khan

Bodies piled up on the lawn

Checkmate on all these fuckin' pawns

The devil got my picture drawn, the devil got my picture drawn

Bullets knockin' **** down as if they were heat seeking

Scalpin' me more devils than a lunatic Mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weapon-ary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture

Weapon-ary master Scarecrow in the pasture

Burn the church and flip the cross then blast the fuckin' pastor

Bitch I be the bastard these other rappers scared of

Jump a motherfucker I ain't tryna have no fair one

Lurkin' at the bottom 'cause my problems keep on addin' up

Got a couple stalkers all because the Scarecrow fucked 'em once

Creepin' with Ruby he turned into Uzi

'Cause motherfuckers keep on tryin' to get buck

One shot to the head tell Uzi he dead

Leave 'em to rot never cover them up

Bullets knockin' **** down as if they were heat seeking

Scalpin' me more devils than a lunatic Mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weapon-ary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture

Little bitch don't trip I'm the shit

Flip the zip, make some chip

Really quick fast money yeah I love it

Eddy Baker stay thuggin' smokin' out in public

Dope boys in my circle we all got drugs man

Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man

Don't worry 'bout where I'm at, bitch, I'm not your husband

An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzin'

That pussy-**** think that he want problems but he doesn't

Stalking, watch me, a weapon-ary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture

Prescription drugs misusin' 'em

And dusty hoes abusin' 'em

I'm poppin' percs and sippin' lean

Just feeding demons inside me

Dirty shot, these glocks gon' pop

You say you ballin' well you're not

Made a fortune whippin' pots

Re-up on Carol City 'cause

Canada-Canada, run it up, fuck it up

Media thuggin', the thumper gon' knock you up

Lick on my dick then I go and I dump in her

I love the bitch now, I decided to buckle up

How y'all sayin' y'all the shit?

Your numbers ain't lookin' too lit

Fuck you up, gon' stomp you out in ten thousand dollar outfits