Apache fav

single off the album for yall to listen to while im trying to finish it.
prod @pxlse

lyrics:
fuck apache
im aiming for your head
leader of a cult
inside i am still dead
practicing occult
u better not get me mad
loading up my mag
dont ask me how i am

fucked up
brain dead
tec 9
to your head
kill em all
leave a mess
killing spree
fuck the feds

im addicted to drugs
im addicted to blood
dissapointing my mom
dissapointing everyone
no time to make tracks
no time to make racks
quit my job the other day
my best friend just passed away
ah fuck

suicidal what i am
nobodys here to help
pop two hundred milligrams
imma fucking end myself

200 MG [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse

lyrics: 

fuck apache
i nutted in yo bitch face now she mad cuz she cant see
i know you hate me
aye cops tryna bait me
she said she can change me
i think that she crazy
aye
hollow points rearrange ur brain
aye
30 round clip ill leave a stain aye
load the ak yeah i let it rain aye
leave you with a migraine

still a drilla
still a winner
apache i am known as the painkiller
the way i hit her 
i make her body shiver
throw so many corpses in the river
they think im a fisher

aye
lean in my soda
imma run you over
never been sober
you a poser
hostile takeover
s/o 2 percent my man from hanover

CULT [PROD. PULSE]

SHADOWS SOON.
PROD @PXLSE

lyrics:

bodies in the ditch
never trust a bitch
four doors more whores 
you know what it is

got that foreign whip
got that foreign shit
pour 2 lines of woxy
you know it got me lit, aye

(x2)

yuh, aye find me in the trap
find me in the ends
hanging with my strap
hanging with my friends
neo on the way that shit is straight from the trance
got the double cup it put me in a trance
put me in a trance yeah it put me in a trance

i know that you hatin on me but there aint a reason
toseina on the way yeah you know that i been fiending
pull up in my beamer, yeah this is the season
no power for this shit cuz my life is so uneven bitch, fuck

(x2)

DITCH [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse & @prodakvri
mix & master by @prodakvri

its the opp spotter
cash robber
godfather
range rover
get off of your ego trip
grow the fuck up, youre a bitch
get off of my cock, get off of my block
i got eyes like a hawk
big drum mag on the glock, fuck

bitch you know i got no sympathy
if you bite the hand that feeds you i call up my infantry
y-y-yeah lock u bitches up and throw away the key
this hits differently, break your jawline instantly
i commit all these felonies
shatter both your knees
rusty tools pull out all your teeth
tili what i need
yeah im still a fiend 
fuck a therapy, i am free
i am sorry you cant help me

yuh maniac or psycho call me what you want
make em wet
.223s raining gunshots on the block
watch the empty shells drop in your own blood
watch you burn yeah hope it hurts alot

head chopped off
co-codeine for my cough
abuse it for the nods
xanax on the spot
should i pop em or not
do i pop or not
but i give no fucks

hope my lungs stop breathing
while im off drugs tweaking
fucked her on the first meeting
leave her sad leave her kneeling
begging for some more but i need no whore
yeah my minds a whore yeah my soul is sore


cash robber
godfather
range rover
get off of your ego trip
grow the fuck up, youre a bitch
get off of my cock, get off of my block
i got eyes like a hawk
big drum mag on the glock, fuck

(x2)

RANGE ROVER 🗡️ [PROD. PULSE x AKVRI]

PROD @PXLSE | FEATURING @KILLG3

LYRICS:

DEATHSLEFTHAND:

DEATHS LEFT HAND
WHAT I AM
WHAT I STAND FOR
DEATH IN MY HEAD
I CANT STAND
ALL THESE DAMN THOUGHTS
GUN IN MY HAND
GUN ON MY HEAD
MAKE ME FUCKING END
ALL THE PAIN IVE FELT

IMMA GO TO HELL
WATCH ME DWELL
I CAN FUCKING TELL
ACT LIKE A FEMALE
YOU A BITCH I KNOW YOU SCARED

MADE FOR THIS SHIT
PUT A KNIFE IN YOUR BITCH
PUT THE KNIFE TO MY WRIST
GLOCK WITH NO FUCKING SWITCH UH

IMMA REST IN PEACE
IMMA LET YOU SLEEP
I MAKE YOU SAY PLEASE
BEGGING ME FOR PEACE
BEGGING ME FOR PEACE
MAKE YOU BLEED FOR ME
MAKE YOU SCREAM FOR ME
NOONE FUCKING OWNS ME

NOONE FUCKING OWES ME
REASONS FOR MY NOSE BLEEEDS
YEAH U KNOW I GOT THE SPEED IN THE BACK OF MY SEAT
I GOT CRACK AND SOME WEED
YEAH I KNOW THAT IM A FIEND
I GOT PILLS I GOT WAX
I GOT THIS I GOT THAT
BITCH YUH

G3:

DEATHSLEFTHAND GOT THE PILLS IN HIS BACK
WE PULL UP WITH THE BEAMER LOWNLYCLIQUE THE BIGGEST DEALERS
SWEAR TO GOD WE GOT GLOCKS M4S AND SOME MORE
WHAT EVER YOU WANT JUST RING US UP AND WE PULL UP

GLOCK TO YOUR HEAD MOTHERFUCKER DONT SHAKE
WE SHOOT THROUGH YOUR HEAD YOUR CORPSE FALLS INTO THE LAKE
SNAKES IN THE SEWERS WATCHING THE TOWN FROM THE SHADOWS
MOTHERFUCKER ROB YOUR BANK AND FIRE ADDOS ATTACKS YEAH

JUMP THROUGH THE WINDOWS BREAK THE POLICEMANS NECK
LIKE A DIRTY SLUG HES GOING TO THE GROUND
MOVE THROUGH THE BUILDING WE ARE BORN FOR THIS FEELING
NEVER STAB BACK FROM THE DANGER BLOW INTO THE FUCKING SHELTER

MONEY IN THE FUCKING BANK
WE WANT TO GET SOME HASH
RUN TO THE FUCKING CAR
BURNOUT FASTER LIKE A SHOOTING STAR
ESCAPE FROM THE POLICE
INTO UNDERGROUND BASE JA
KILLED ALOT OF MOTHERFUCKERS
NOW WE WANTED KILLAS

PULL UP 🎯 /w G3 [PROD. PULSE]

OUT NOW! ENJOY! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO WORKED ON THIS, MY BEST PROJECT SO FAR. RUN IT UPPPPPPPP

MAYDAY [PROD. PULSE]

PROD @PXLSE & @FUCKG3

LYRICS G3:

KILL YOURSELF G3 IS IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HEAD 
KILL YOURSELF G3 INSIDE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HEAD 
BRING THEM DRUGS CAUSE LIFE SUCKS 
TOXIC CHEMISTRY IN MY SYSTEM 
I TAKE ALL THESE PILLS TO FEEL HAPPY 
BUT IN EXCHANGE IM ALWAYS EMPTY 
UNABLE TO FEEL SHIT NEVER SPILLED A TEAR YES
SEE I NEVER FELT ANYTHING 
BLADE AT MY CHIN 
READY TO SLICE MY PIPE 
BLOOD ON THE FUCKING SIDE 
PARENTS DO CARE ABOUT THE MISERY IM AT 
BUT THEY CAN NOT HELP
BLOOD ON MY CUT OPEN CHEST 
RIPCAGE OPENED BY THE DOC 
BUT THE AINT SEE NO HEART
ONLY BLACK VOID 
WITH A BLADE INSIDE YUH
KILL YOURSELF G3 INSIDE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HEAD
KILL YOURSELF G3 INSIDE YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HEAD


LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

FUCK YOU 
BITCH IM A VAMPIRE
LEADER OF AN EMPIRE
SENDER OF THE GUNFIRE
ROUND MY NECK BARBED WIRE
BURY ME WITH LOTS OF FIRE
CASKET SURROUNDED BY TRIPWIRE
YOU KNOW I LACK OF DESIRE

YEAH IMMA MAKE YOU CRY
IMMA MAKE YOU DIE
I KNOW YOUR BITCH SHY
WANNA FIGHT COME AND TRY
ZEREISSE DEINEN KOPF IN ZWEI
PUSSY HOLT DIE POLIZEI
REP DIE ACHT EINS DREI 
BLOOD FLOW TIL ITS DRY YUH

ONE TWO THREE
BURNING TREES
MURDER ME
STAB MY EYES OUT, MAKE ME NEVER SEE
IM A MISERY
IMMA DISAGREE
FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD YOU A WANNABE
ONCE IM DONE YOU MIGHT NEED SURGERY
IMMA RIP OUT BOTH YOUR DAMN KNEES
TURN YOU TO AN AMPUTEE
KILL EM FUCKAPACHE

VENOM (FT. G3) [PROD. G3 x PULSE]

PRODUCED BY @PXLSE

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

IM ON YOUR BLOCK
FIVE SEVEN IS COCKED
WASSUP
I KNOW YOU LOOK UP
TO A FAKE GOD
EVERY DAY FUCKED UP
EVERY DAY FEELS ROUGH

I GOT EVERY BENZO THAT YOU NEED
I GOT PILLS TO MAKE YOU SLEEP
SIP SOME BOOZE TO REST IN PEACE
SIP SOME LEAN AND FLY WITH ME
IM THE DEVIL APACHE

POCKETS FULL OF CASH
THIRTY SIX DO THE DASH
SPIN THE BLOCK SHOOT YO ASS
BULLETS RAIN, SHATTER GLASS
SWING THE SWORD MAKE IT SLASH
KILL EM ALL, PSYCHOPATH
DEATHSLEFTHAND ILL NEVER END YUH

DESTROY ME [PROD. PULSE]

PRODUCED BY @PXLSE AND @KILLG3

LYRICS G3:

G3 NAME CHANGED AGAIN 
WITH THE VOCALS FROM HELL
I HOPE NOONE WILL REMEMBER MY NAME 
CAUSE THE WORTH OF MY HEAD IS ZERO DEAD 
NO FAM NO FRIENDS 
NO FAME NO GAIN 
LOOK AT MY STATE OF DECAY 
DRUGGED UP FUCKED UP 
BITCH CALL ME PLUG
SWEAR TO GOD MY LIFE SUCKS 
PSYCHOPATH IN AGONY 
TORMENT IS MY THERAPY
MY WRIST IS TRAGEDY 
FUCK ALL OF YOUR CHARITY 
YOU PRETEND TO BE GOOD 
BUT IN REAL YOU ARE A EGOISTIG PIECE OF SHIT 
SWEAR TO GOD 
YOUR LOOK MAKES ME FUCKING SICK 
CONTINUE TO SUCK DICK BITCH 
I FIRE GUNS WHILE I SCREAM HAIL SATAN SHIT

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

DE DE DEATHS LEFT HAND
LASER SIGHT VISION SCANNED
ALL MY MOVES ARE PLANNED
KILOS IN MY BAG
BUSINESSES EXPAND
NOW YOU KNOW THE REASON WHY YOUR
BITCH GOT BANGED
IM THE MAN
CREDITCARD SCAMS
STRAIGHT FROM HELL
WHERE IM FROM
BITCH YOU KNOW I GOT THE GUN
NEVER EVER MESS WITH ME
GRAB HER BY HER BUN
LET THE BLOOD RUN
YOUR GIRL WANTS ME
BURY HER BODY
SKELETON SHAWTY
SIX FEET DEEP IN THE WOODS THAT SHIT GNARLY
WALK STRAIGHT IN THE TRAP
TELL EM WASSUP IM THE MAN
I GOT KILOGRAMS
NEVER SOBER WHAT I AM
SIX FEET DEEP IN THE WOODS THAT SHIT GNARLY
DEATHS LEFT HAND NEVER SAY SORRY

STATE OF DECAY (FT. G3) [PROD. PULSE x G3]

PRODUCED BY @AKVRI MIXED BY AYTEE

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

YUH

DEATHS LEFT HAND ONE MAN ARMY
I GOT THAT STAB VEST ON ME
WHY DOES YOUR BITCH STILL WANT ME 
RIGHT HAND OF THE DEVIL YUH IM GODLY

FUCK YOU BITCH
IMMA RIP YOUR HEART OUT
GLOCK WITH THE SWITCH
I WILL MAKE YOUR BITCH SHOUT 
DARK TACTICS
IMMA TEAR YOUR SOUL OUT
GIVE NO FUCK BUT YOUR CLOUT
IMMA SHOOT INTO THE CROWD 

YUH
STILL A SYCHOPATH
PULL UP WITH THE PACK
STILL A MANIAC 
ALWAYS READY TO ATTACK
HELICOPTER WRECKS
FUCKAPACHE I AM BACK
CUZ I SHOT MY OWN SELF 
DO NOT RESURRECT YUH

YUH 
SELLING LACED PILLS
I MIGHT JUST SELL CRACK
WHY U STAYING BACK 
ALL BLACK 
BITCH I NEVER LACK 
GOT THE STRAP IN MY BAG
AIMING STRAIGHT FOR YOUR NECK
IF YOU TALK SHIT 
IMMA SLAP THE SHIT 
OUT OF YUH HEAD

ONE MAN ARMY [PROD. AKVRI]

PRODUCED BY @KILLG3

LYRICS DEATHSLEFTHAND:

BITCH IM THE DEATHS LEFT HAND
BULLETS STRAIGTH TO YOUR HEAD
MOTHERFUCKER COME AND GET
YOUR PACK OF CAPS TO YOUR NECK 
YOU ARE NEXT
PUSSY I AM STRAPPED
BREATHING IN YOUR NECK
YOU KNOW YOU ARE NEXT
STAB THE DAGGER IN THE FLESH
YUH IM THE CHAINSAW MAN
CUZ I SLAUGHTER YOUR GANG
SEH DIE 110 UND RENN
CRASH THE BEAMER CUZ I RAN
FROM THE COPS WITH 110
NOW THEY ARE LOOKING FOR BEN
KANN SEIT TAGEN NICHT PENNEN
BITCH I AM ON THE RUN AGAIN
2 METER TALL MALE
BETTER NOT STAND IN MY WAY
YEAH U BETTER RUN AWAY
AR 15 GOT NO SWAY
SHOOTING BULLETS LET IT SPRAY
NO IM NOT OKAY  
PULL WITH THE AK
G3 GOT MY BACK AYE

LYRICS G3:

G3 MERCENARY 
GOT APACHE ON MY LEFT 
READY TO STEP YOUR FACE 
MOLOTOV INTO YOUR PLACE 
I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR FAM
I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR LIFE 
STACK THE BODY BAGS ON THE BAG 
OF THE E36 GANG SHIT 
BANG SHIT 
GLOCK TO YOUR HEAD 
WATCH YOUR BRAIN SPLIT 
BRAIN SPLIT 
G3 DEVILS ARM ON THE DARK CHAIR 
MOTHERFUCKER GOT THE MURDER STAIR 
M4 WITH THE FORGRIP 
BITCH YOU ARE SO DEAD 
TAKE YOUR CRAP 
BULLETS TRAVELL THROUGH THE MAN 
OPPS ON THE GROUND 
BURN THE CORPSES ON THE PYRE 
REVOLUTION OPEN THE GODDAMN FUCKING FIRE 
GUNSHOTS IN THE AIR 
MOTHERFUCKER DIE 
YEA

PANIC (FT. G3) [PROD.G3]

PRODUCED BY @PXLSE

LYRICS:

DEATHS DEATHS LEFT HAND
PULL UP WITH THE GAT
MAC ELEVEN AND A TEC
DRIVE BY ATTACK
FUCKER YOU ARE NEXT
BLACK MAGE CALL ME DEATH

CUZ MY HEAD FULL OF WRATH

ALWAYS TRAMMED UP
ALWAYS XANNED UP
NEVER GET ENOUGH
NEVER NOT ON DRUGS
NEVER HAVE I LOVED
BITCH BETTER SHUT UP
TEAR YOUR FUCKING GUTS OUT

THREE SIX MY WHIP
TRIPLE SIX I WORSHIP
DEVIL LEADS ME ON THIS TRIP
FUCK THIS LIFE, I AINT MADE FOR THIS
FUCK YOUR CHRIST, DONT BELIEVE IN SHIT
WORK A NINE TO FIVE TILL DEATH
ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THAT BITCH?

ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THAT BITCH?

CANT GET ENOUGH CASH
CANT GET ENOUGH RACKS
DRIVE MY BEAMER BREAKING NECKS
HIT THE DEALER GET ME MEDS
OXYS TILIS AND SOME XANS
OXYS TILIS AND SOME XANS
OXYS TILIS AND SOME

TRIPLESIX [PROD. PULSE]

music video:  https://youtu.be/oHLxTb3ZyMQ

prod @pxlse

lyrics:

okay, yuh
run, run, run, run, run, run
you gon meet my gun
run, run, run, run, run, run
kill everyone
run, run, run, run, run, run
aint no bullet proof vest, you gon meet my gun
run, run, run, run, run, run
bout to shoot imma fucking kill everyone

bout to shoot bout to fire bout to hit an opp
drum mag laser beam on the fucking glock
blurry vision, blurry thoughts yeah my mind is fucked
paranoia, all these voices i cant make them stop
bitch boy get knocked get your shit rocked
hit licks move bricks drum mags got the stick uh
kill em all, im a psychopath
deaths left hand, never scared, never show my path

MEET MY GUN [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse @ripsaw0000

lyrics:

bitch i whip my thirty six
your girl sends me pics
never gave a fuck
never had no luck
bitch i pull up with the stick
get your attitude fixed
yeah youre still a little bitch
never stopping til im rich

never did i hold up
cough syrup in my soda
beamer black like my soul
three piece watch me roll
opiates are what im on
sip the purple drink it slow
kill yourself let me go yuh

uh, take a look at my  wrist
take a look at my bitch
purple tris what i sip
oxycontin is the pill
need them 80s need to chill
tolerance goes straight uphill
all these blunts gon get me killed yuh

uh, imma fucking break your jaw
one punch in your face
and youre gonna end up dead yuh yuh
graveyard where you belong
yeah apache is dead deaths left hand new one
im the new one im still there
never happy yeah but i aint scared
imma fucking break your fist beware
never happy yeah but i aint scared

WORLDATWAR [PROD. PULSE x RIP$AW]

(PRODUCED BY @pxlse )

(PRE-CHORUS)
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE

(CHORUS)
MY WORDS ARE DARK, MY VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE

(VERSE)
I'M A BLACK MAGE IN THIS GAME
A MODERN DAY WIZARD, YEAH I CLAIM
MY MIND IS A TEMPLE OF RAGE
A FORTRESS OF ANGER
NEVER QUESTION MY FAITH
NEVER STOPPING, NEVER SLEEPING
MY WORDS ARE THE WEAPONS I'M KEEPING
TRAMMED UP, XANNED UP, CAN'T STOP
ON THIS RAP GAME ROLLERCOASTER, I DROP
MY MIND IS A MACHINE, I NEVER STOP
DEATHSLEFTHAND, I'M ON THE TOP
MY WHIP IS SLEEK, MY SPEED IS FAST
THREE SIX, I CRUISE WITH A LS
DEVIL'S MUSIC, I PLAY ON REPEAT
DRIVING THROUGH LIFE, I'M NEVER COMPLETE
FUCK YOUR RULES, FUCK YOUR LAWS
I LIVE BY MY OWN, YEAH I'M THE BOSS

(OUTRO CHORUS)
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE
WORDS ARE DARK, VOICE IS LOW
DEATHSLEFTHAND, YOU KNOW MY NAME HOE

EXORCIST [PROD. PULSE]

poison running thru my veins
covered in my blood stains
dealing with the fucking pain
as i am running through the rain
ay
never felt something like happiness
ay
i need to breathe i am so ravenous
ay
someone call the  fucking ambulance
still dealing with abstinence
addicted to opiates
ay
dont question my morality
ay
got multiple personalities
yuh
hit you with the fatality
ay
dont hit me with formalities

POISON [prod. PULSE]

SURPRISE

LYRICS APACHE:

AYE ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER
THE BLADE RUNNER
FUCK YOUR GAMES THIS AINT THE SAME FUCKER
THE BLOOD SUCKA
CUT YOUR CORPSE UP WITH A PAPER CUTTER
MAKE YOU SUFFER
AYE, ITS THE CHOPPER GUNNER

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

YALL AINT BOUT SHIT
APACHE WRIST SLIT
ALWAYS BEEN A MISFIT
WHY YOU TALKING, DO IT

REST IN PIECE,
SIX FEET DEEP
WATCH ME CREEP
LAY YOU INTO SLEEP
CRUSING IN MY JEEP
DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR SHIT BITCH

THIS THAT TRIPLE SIX SHIT
I TASTE BLOOD IN MY SPIT
I SEE BLOOD ON MY WRIST
YALL ARE HYPOCRITES BITCH

LYRICS DEPTH STRIDA:

MERCENARIES
SPLIT YOU IN A HALF AND MAKE THE SHIRT LOOK
FUCKING DIRTY
THIRTY ROUNDS WILL GET YOU DOWN AND YEAH IM
VERY THISTY
FOR THE BLOOD OF BITCHES OH MY GOD PLEASE HAVE SOME
MERCENARIES
STRIDAWALKING IS MY BUSINESS 
MERCENARIES CALL US MISFITS
PAY THE PRICE OR SAY GOOD BYE
TO YOUR DUMB LIFE IM ONE A KIND
DEACEASE YOUR TRIBE AND MAKE IT MINE AND
I DONT CARE I THINK IM FINE CUZ
YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS ON THE LINE SO
TAKE A STEP BACK READ THE SIGNS
BLOOD ON MY AIRFORCE
TAKE A BITCH INTERCOURSE
STRIDA GOING DAMN HARD
MERCENARIES IS THE SOURCE

CHOPPER FT. DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. PULSE]

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HELPED ME WITH THIS ALBUM

prod @pxlse

lyrics:
day 1 
war declared by everyone 
time to get out my old gun
siren sounds in the town
theyre loud
i see everybody run
is my life now fucking done?
or the war finally won?

airstrike 
bomb sounds in my psyche
i cant hear it anymore 
throw myself right on the floor
welcome to the cold war
but this time its full of gore

i can hear screams at my door
i wont let them in my home no
i can hear screams at my door
i wont let them in my home no

i see everybody run
is my life now fucking done?
or the war finally won?
or the war finally won?

7. COLD FT. DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. PULSE]

lyrics:

bury you six feet deep
always follow my scheme
make you pussyboy sleep
in the night watch me creep
ill make sure this one will hurt
im a fucking introvert
put your body in the dirt

if you try me 1 on 1 you can bet that im the winner 
cuz i am addicted to painkillers
take a look in the mirror
one wrong word and i will pull the motherfucking trigger

still dont give a motherfuck about the scene
got the glock with a beam
aim it right at your spleen
cut your head - guillotine
30 round magazine
drown the room in gasoline

i am antisocial
i got no emotions
see the world in slow motion

i cant think straight like like a motherfucking fag
everytime i hear ur name i wanna fucking gag
time to reload my mag
time to ride my own wave
all you rappers are my slaves
bitch get out my way
get out my way
get out my way
get out my way
get out my way

6 FEET DEEP [PROD. PULSE]

prod @pxlse

cant leave my house without my gat (without my gat)
or ill feel naked
sit down the king is fucking back (is fucking back)
the throne is never vacant
yuh, i fell inlove with my strap (with the strap)
shes waiting for me yeah shes patient
ay, i empty clips on piggys vests (piggys vests)
bodies on the floor theyre fucking shaking

yuh, my hollow tips leave a exit wound
every night im all alone and shooting at ya goons
dont test apache fool
im always with my tool
blicky makes a fucking mess youll never step in my shoes
why you sound like me
why you tryna be like me
percies got me thinking weird i can not pop a globuli
oh my g
apache is still on killing sprees
got the machetes
yeah hes tryna come for me

cant leave my house without my gat (without my gat)
or ill feel naked
sit down the king is fucking back (is fucking back)
the throne is never vacant
yuh, i fell inlove with my strap (with the strap)
shes waiting for me yeah shes patient
ay, i empty clips on piggys vests (piggys vests)
bodies on the floor theyre fucking shaking

Apache fav

md27