Lyrics:
keep on rappin bout me to be honest i don’t give a fuck
keep on rappin bout me i still don’t give a fuck 
shut the fuck up with all your lazy ass tracks keep on fuckin suckin pussy
talkin lotta shit for someone who can’t do all that shit that they say 
shoulda fuckin dropped you (dropped you) when i got that fuckin chance 
played my cards carefully and i still regret it 
finna kill you wont leave a trace, silenced weapon all throughout the bedrooms

PLASTIC WATER (p. hypnotize)

Lyrics-
Verse 1:
bitch you got me fucked up, was it not intended?
all you basic pussies tryna be what you can’t 
you ain’t bout that life, quit yo fuckin act 
put that bullet between yo eyes
huntin mfs down like i’m the boogieman 
i ain’t close to done, all you bitches needa die 
quit that yapping, what it all for?
kickin down doors throw a flash, make a dash put one in between ya eyes 
think it’s your time to die death callin on yo name

Verse 2:
death is pounding on your door, drag your body to the shore 
went from door to door till i found you, only god know what’s bouta happen next 
make your move call that chess 
stop hiding lil bitch say that shit with your chest
say im a mess take a look at yours, ain’t got shit to say 
and you wonder why we ain’t never chill 
say i’m a waste away take a look at you, say i ain’t never new say i ain’t never change 
take a look at you

CHEM/NOT INTENDED (p. hypnotize)

Lyrics-
Verse 1:
all you basic bitches care nothin bout diamond rings 
don’t care bout the basic things 
all you mfs need to sit the fuck down 
say it’s a ghost town, killed every mothafucka up in here 
tommy gun 6 blades, filled wit cocaine 
what the fuck did you say? 

Verse 2:
swear to god imma resurrect and kill all of you bitches inside your sleep
you ain’t safe inside of there in the dream realm

Verse 3:
none of you bitches care about the basic things all materialistic things 
how sad can you be? never catch me lackin like that 
i’m the devil hiding in plain sight, and you you finna die tonight 
don’t try to bargain wit me 
lucifer up inside yo city 

Verse 4:
all you bitches needa quit, quit talking like you that guy
you ain’t shit lil bitch, i’m a void walker, you a hell walker
use the blade to cut the heart out like i’m an Aztec
i’m finna smack you up with the diamond rings, double tap to the head no perky cola 
leave you flopped on the floor, went from door to door to make sure you the right one to die 
thoughts of suicide on my mind, wait no scratch that, i don’t cut at the wrist, fuck that wack shit 
all you cowards need to need to die, 
shut the fuck up i don’t wanna hear bout all that wack shit
all you cowards make me go back shit, its  not even fucking  funny
©️NORTHSIDE HITMAN 2023
℗ KOROSHI

Koroshi