Verse: Big O
Pockets lined with some rhymes for my coffin
My fucking epitaph typed up, death is calling
Better have some caution
Striking monsters oh so often
Laws are nothing to my arsenal
My swords are bloody orange.
Saw some death and then I turned to reapers brother
Creepers looking grim when I show them bloods color
Other motherfuckers thought that O was out here running
But I told them that’s a cover ordinarily a gunner.
Stand my ground bet, that’s illegal in Connecticut
But don’t you fret, I’m out here wet
Im bleeding red, it’s from my head,
Cause of that dumb ass law
So I’mma stand here strong
Stand my ground with a fucking 44 magnum,
Tread on me, well you’ll see why I’ve got a gun
Lead shot, one pop, my revolver likes fun
Fed the barrel, and you see why I hate to run
With a smile, bloody pile of your fucking tongue
Stomach bile caught all over my bloodstained lawn
Start a fire just to feel the heat of what I’ve done
Cops and sirens start to shudder at the sight at dawn
Scared to see the Big O fucking up their sons
Pissed as shit as the ops know I haven’t stopped
Call the cops motherfucker! be the next one popped
Be the next narq chopped, you’ll be the next fraud dropped
See Bo chucking bricks through yo goddamn shop.

Don't Tread On Me I (2018) [prod. Rufus]

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Rufus T. Mcgillicudy
prod by erik
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