B.T.D.T.D.

Come and get a piece of my

Fuckin up your peace of mind

We was talking body bags

And golden chains and sacrifice

Got ya red in the face, down six feet

Gonna need some Gravediggaz

To feed my torturous fantasy

You're gonna wish it was nightmare

Like them kids on elm street

My blades are lookin' real nice

My crimes are lookin' real clean

Try to make a move and you're gonna get cut

Why you lookin so scared?

Gotta fill my two cups

It's all make or break

But everyone hopping in anyways

Knowing their place

Got something to say?

Put tape to your face

The choices of others will get in the way

The moment you let your decisions get picked by a company that's when you're made

Like all the ideas you had on your own weren't good enough to get you paid

Call 1-800 PAIN if you wanna start a riot

Please release me from the church and let me live without a diet

In a wire you conspire to make babies with the law

Front row- just admire my fist inside your jaw

Burn the damn town down

Hypnotize like Three 6

Never fuck with the crew

For we empty the clips

See two, praise all, scoff at us if you have the gall

But when we're creeping down the hall

Don't start looking up to God

Side 2 side gotta tread real lightly

Arsonistic tendencies a moth to a flame

Do the deed, hide the evidence

I'm fleeing the scene

Y'all saying eat the rich, but then whip an EV

Fuck a Tesla bitch, and fuck Elon too

Rich ass fucker worried bout the moon

While people starvin' down here

Bullets flyin' through the air

Palestinians are dying

And they don't fucking care

While y'all are looking for peace

We've been staring at the flames

Mass graves, displaced, and they'll never be the same

Call a ceasefire now if you seek a better place (Ceasefire now, ceasefire now)

Look at their face again

Stare at our leaders

And tell me you don't wanna grab a torch 'n'

Burn the damn town down

Hypnotize like Three 6

Never fuck with the crew

For we empty the clips

See two, praise all, scoff at us if you have the gall

But when we're creeping down the hall, don't start looking up to God

I'm only making it hit to the tune of my ear

And if another doesn't like it then I don't really care

AVI's TALC-ing beats and putting out heat it's in the air

Light a match from all the way down the street you'll see the flare

I'm looking to make an impression

I'm putting the pressure inside of your car

Bumping it loud

Fuzzing it out to the point that you're taking

it off of the road

I got no goals, just wanting my vote to count

My city keeps funding a whole bunch of clowns

There's no way out, what am I to do now?

Let's burn this damn town down

Gas cans and matches

You know I'm that bitch

22's and 9milli's

Fast mags, easy access

You better hit the floor hoe

Cause this shit bout to blow up

Like them old rituals

1, 2, 3, 4

Doctor, I'm getting awful tired

Can't I go back to jail again?

Oh, I'm awfully sorry I forgot you were there