Adrenaline Rush

What happens

When you combine the darkness with the light?

I'm bringing pain like two bad nurses

And the pain from these here motherfuckin' verses

Ridiculous thirsts involving hearses to the dirt

Shit first picks and using autos to work with

Slugs to the shirt, shit, just to squirt shit

A wicked hit with an expert kick

And burst till the earth split

Leave a hurt bitch

Show you how worser than worst get

In the zone

See the vein when the pain repel

And then they closing the curtains bitch

When adrenaline's pumping

I don't understand discussion

Only hear certain shit

I'm a misunderstood ****

And I'm off my square

High got me reversing clips and dispersing shit

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel?

To make me wanna jump off of the edge

I'm charged off of suckers getting shot up off the ledge

No pain, instead of 'caine, I took a blunt off to the head

(So tell me what it said)

Retaliate with lethal repercussion

I feel the reefer rushing

To go into things, like it's a wicked stick

Took the Benadryl, hot like I'm finna steal

To get the kicking shit

For **** and bitches that I kick it with

I born to get you pumped up

It's like some lead bust

'Cause I give motherfuckers a head rush

Then yo head's bust when you jumped up

'Cause what I said must've got you geeked

My eyes red, puffed

From smoking shit that **** hit on to die

Make me wanna slip the clip on the side

And if you act like a bitch on the side

If we have to then the whole Westside'll

Let the shit go on and ride when the trigger bust

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and uh

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make a trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass, kick up, and bump

But let the rhythm hit off the trunk

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and uh

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make a trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass, kick up, and bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

Pulling up and bailing out like we're carsick

I'm ready to start shit

Start up burying some heads like an ostrich

Unload the whole cartridge

And throw the shells in the garbage

The hardest of motherfuckers

Could never achieve what I've accomplished

Yungbuck's my accomplice

Located his existence

With my sixth sense like a compass

And started on a journey to astonish, to stop this

Rush up in the hearts of other **** to get 'em charged

What's the real reason?

All you haters try to murder me

So now it's kill season

And even though I'm still bleeding

I'ma keep coming 'cause I'm still breathing

And y'all can't trace me

I bury all my victims in the wall like Gacy

Too lyrical

And since the snip of my umbilical

These flows been critical

My music is miracles, like I'm biblical

Kill like I'm nuttier than Buddy Love

But still wouldn't leave a bloody glove

And start the truck up

And speed the fuck up

Getaway, smoking a blunt, dumped

Adrenaline pumping, veins erupt

I'm pumped up

And I'm calibrated at 3-60 degrees

See, that's 300 **** that's gon' die

Bout 60 slugs to do this deed

(Psycho drama)

We too much for the industrialist to fuck with this

On the brink of fucking up some shit

Dismantle, deduct some shit

It's hard to imagine what **** got nerves to do

(What **** got nerves to do)

So I guess I'll just take

That fucking nerve from you

Then think what I'm on the verge to do

And I got the urge to, ooh

Let semi close yo curtains, fool

From killing the verses fool

I be one of the worstest dude

(You the who?)

I'm the worstest

Look about 9 millimeters above your surface

Unleash these things then I defeat yo purpose

Bitch, you're hurting

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and uh

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make a trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass, kick up, and bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and uh

Let your adrenaline rush

Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump

To make a trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass, kick up, and bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

Let your adrenaline rush