pop pop
put em in a hotspot
they gon need an autopsy
them and their whole onslaught
chop em down inside my slaughterhouse
butchering shit non stop
laser so red hot, make a pussy out a hotshot

shred thru cartilage, shed cartridges
in meat, boy you deceased
bet you nauseous, it’s just carcasses
shit reeking in this heat
cold dead not far from it, you targeted
the reaper you gon see
leave you dawson, we gon watch you
sink so deep into that creek
calling all creeps

mo murder
want a piece then look no further
show’s over for any showboater
it’s closed curtains
break you down
roll up on you & slow burn you
no more soul searching
just fulfilling your sole purpose

nine shots
out the double glock
make em hopscotch
stop drop
turn it up a notch
burn this house down
watch out
when we come around
counter clockwise
we on top
it don’t fucking stop
never swap spots

S2TDG

na2as christ