fuck around and find out say my name
mothafuckas beggin for the buku blade
I will never stop theres no where safe
creepin on a come up with that range
silk road strapped Im armed to the teeth
never take long Ill keep it brief
hit the fuckin trigger like a button delete
beat yo ass Ill keep it on beat

keep it on the real when I kickin with the devil
pedal to the metal
mothafuckas steppin to the wrong one
Ima keep it rippin like a
mothafuckin minigun
and everybody runnin like its fuckin home base
pull em back down to a deeper dark place
where the sun dont shine
never catch a fuckin case
hit em with the triple time and now
the pistol jumpin out the whip
your bodies in that ditch

flippin the weapon
a fucka stay rippin it
watch for the dark
its not safe when you step in it
summon a ritual
evil residual 
mane Im a criminal
whippin the magic
fuck around find out mane its tragic
what you want now you found my blade 
told a mothafucka that I never did play
put em in the ground with the dirt and clay

BLACK MARKET

come on mothafucka light that fire
test my patience
you are making a mistake
to think I am just complacent
I will break the necks of anybody 
that that that doubted me
this shotty is engraved
with every name thats ever stepped to me

whippin that buku blade
I wipe that fuckin look off your face
and everybody wonders why it went this way
just three words its hell to pay
packin that rifle in my case
outta fuckin time to play that game
mask is off with a brand new name
body gone missin thats a shame
stackin up the bills like its a bank
robbin mothafuckas like my name is nathan drake
took a couple years away
to try and catch a break 
comin back and seeing everybodys fuckin fake 

stick is bangin quick and all these
chumps are lookin out of it
thinkin twice about your talkin
when you got your throat slit 
ill admit I never thought that
Im the one to recommit
but yall got me jumpin on them heads
like its a mosh pit
crowd walk 
crowd walk
catch a fucka crowd walkin
all them fakes and lames
are steppin stones for me to get to rockin
please dont find it shocking
when you see me hangin with the reaper
im the student he the teacher
all the tricks and all the features

CROWD CONTROL

its the feelin you get deep down in
your stomach when you see the dark
its the feelin in your body
when you go and try to dart 
terror takin over lose control of everything 
now its time for me to pull the curtain
and I cut the strings 
always under estimated
tested with my temperment
find you lookin down the barrel
of my pistol definite
thats the prize you get for
thinking that a mothafucka wouldnt
never shoulda come here
now you under dirt the job is done

slide around town with my glock
in my jacket pocket
hood pulled tight
when I make a stang and get to rockin
bitch you fuckin cornered now
victim of a gang stalkin
I got faces watchin from a thousand places
its as nightmare
gettin kinda tired with the games
these fuckin bustas play
mane you wanted darker
here it is you got nothin to say
chain swingin
teeth gnash
hundred rounds your body thrashed 
late october is the season
light em up and turn to ash 

hummin like its just another melody
never mind my enemies
whip em with cold that steel
I do it so I can feel
my connection to the earth
when I go back to the dirt
dont let your emotions get the best of you
Im the one who lit the fuse
gave into this life of pain
conducted the subterfuge
soul in debt and I will pay
but I got some thangs to do
before the copper bell rangs
hit a couple goals
a couple racks
before the fangs sink
everything is terminal
yeah my life is terminal
and your life is terminal
this whole world is terminal

DARKER SOUNDSCAPES

if you think you slidin through
then bitch you gettin flatlined
life is harder than a slug against your chest
and breaks your spine
flashing all that money mane
you paint yourself a target
end up dissapeared and now your body
burned right down to carbon

mothafuckas suspicious
I flash my piece its so vicious
Im filled with an ambition
comin up from a darker place
I never had that wealth and comfort
had to steal and rob and whip em with a stick
beat em down with the brand new trick
mane the blood is thick
chuckin bullets caliber millimeter
its a blur
had to get ahead and now
I got a deal with lucifer 
dug into this life and now
I got no fuckin shovel
only way out is
Im lookin down a muzzle

FLATLINED

jack into the system
let your fuckin brain fry
all these corpos talk their shit
and all they do is sell them lies
like them pigs up in the scop
they eat it up its no surprise
its a system built for death and violence
time to cut the ties
like a virus plant a daemon
for the people like Im freeman
melt the core and watch it spiral
on the web its goin viral
buildings up in flames
and anti armor rounds
are droppin like its rain
flippin it back they feel the pain
the blade against the veins
breakin out the simulation 
fuckin up their computations
doxxing out across the nation
predatory infestation
come and show your faces
meet it with the fuckin beam mane
yeah your datas run its course
and now its time for immolation

INCINERATE.EXE

take a look around you
everybody went and turned to ghosts
its like the ocean 
cannot stop the motions
gotta keep right up on the flow
your head is goin under
jumpin around like the thunder
mothafuckas drop and then they stutter
its a classic
and no wonder that they
stoppin on the beats
and trippin up on they fuckin feet
accept defeat
thats not my fate
Ill cock the pistol
set it straight
these mothafuckas always playin fake
so listen here its for your sake
I always give
and now I take
and now your mentals mine
to crack and break

its occult mentality
juxtapose a part of me
spill my blood up on my beats
scry that blade from a to z

push the fuckin weight
make it work its everyday
I wont stop til Im in a grave
and a mothafucka will still get that pay
a brand new way
to make a new basis
all these faces stop and stare
catch a phase with a fist of phrases 
like its DOOM
its rip and tear
never fair
Im a criminal with my glock
all these jits are scared to rock
pop that lock when you lock me out 
tundra creepin up its no doubt
finna find out what Im about
rockin all black Ill take that crown
armor drip with the chains that rip 
cross the dome and never slip

OCCULT MENTALITY

dystopia the population panics
feelin manic
with a finger on the automatic
wipin out fanatics
is there not a better way
light the world in copper spray
nothin you could pray away anyway ho

flippin back that gold plated pistol
hangin from my hip
skippin over flim flam
bust it once and now you rip
mothafuckas testin like they teachers
and they wanted it
Im the one that cheatin
with that barrel drum saiga bitch
test it once
test it twice
know you watch it rip
like a fuckin beyblade
rippin through the fuckin skin
violence is the new slang
speak it quick and you will win
watch out for the cameras
the feds they know its pay to win

ORWELL

pull my mask
and now I get to steppin
rippin it back
the opps are sweatin
from the competition
tundra on a mission
pushin sedition
the boys in blue are backed against the wall
breakin em laws and watch them fall
mothafuckas got them balls
to push the people in the streets
thinkin that theyll never get the fuckin beat down
fuckin clowns
clickin it back you underground
killed a grown man
just cause he was sellin cigs
one one eight eight seven seven
on a mothafuckin pig

take a look into the mirror
tell me what the fuck you see
thinkin that your twisted morals
are just safe from everything
fuckin with a mob of angry people
hangin from a string
bite the hand that feeds and now
they got the taste for blood
so tell me why
tell me why
did those kids deserve to die
got your pistol pointed like a coward
tears up in they eyes
all these families are burying
their fuckin sons
all because you faked a god
and now the fuckin damage done 

how does it feel
to be on the other end of the barrel bitch 
how does it feel
to be on the other end of the damage youve done
picking up the broken pieces
never gonna fit together
now its you thats gonna suffer
from the damage that youve done

fuck the boys the boys in blue
fuck twelve
fuck the feds
revenge is ours motherfuckers
lay the fuck down and taste that copper
time for a dirt nap
nighty night bitch

REVENGE

fuck twelve
raising hell
seventh circle vibin
when Im riding with my shooters
you dont want no smoke and I can tell
by the look up on your face
you never learned the hard way
fuckin with the wrong one
the tec is jumpin with a spray 
all black
murder case
masked up
no face
creepin thru the darkest dungeon
dissapear without a trace
blood up in the streets
youll never get your fuckin peace
pull it back and now its thumpin
like the hammer on the piece
flippin the bodies
big guns
hope ya fast
you better run
mane I gave you till the count of three
I do it just for fun
hell is freezin over and its
tundra with the cold mane
send you down below
a special death for fuckin with my name
fuck an opp
tundra drop em with a clop
shuttin down the fuckin shop
if ya wanna take a shot
make it hot

SPECIAL DEATH

HITEMWITHABIGGUN!!

mothafuckas wanna talk about it like they know me
pay up sucka mothafuckas gonna owe me
middle fingers up and now your bitch she wanna blow me
hit em with the venom and its sweet like lychee
hit em with the drip and everything is so pricey
hit em with the rizz and make a mothafucka icey
gonna fuck around and make the game so dicey
busta gonna step up and you really wanna try me
hit em with the copper gonna spray like an AK
pussy mothafucka gonna drop for a pay day
never did you think about the consequence
and everything I promised
I deliver cause these mothafuckas play
clickin back the burner cause the devil dont wait no
bathe up in the copper cause you cant escape fate no 
hit em with the triple time a motherfucka blast off
flames that spread like a full gas molotov

hit em with the big gun 
watch a mothafucka run run run run

drop your act cause a mothafucka say so
watch yo tone cause never will I tip toe
watch that pistol pop with the red glow
bet you really wanna test what I throw
catch a mothafucka with the all black fit
put em in the shadow with a throat that slit
rockin with the beast and I bet you wanna quit
hit em with a big gun make a body flip

hit em with the big gun 
watch a mothafucka run run run run

BIG GUN!

i wrote most of this (i dont write whole song usually lol)
asa > makima
LYRICS:
stay high jet fuel inside a hanger
why lil buddy because i made a banger
it seems the justice system is unjustictied 
open your eyes the demons are out 
you cannot hide you pray for your life
the salvation is coming inside you arise 
to survive and suffice hopefully victims 
eyes get stitched with sticks n ties
bondage love is a twisted lie 
fantasy talk of a flight where you murder me
every one of your exs has already heard of me 
you ignoring me a lot is absured to me 
i own leadership like mothers with maternity 
a absent thought robs your truth get twisted like teas
i got energy but hte effigy keeps within me 
you say im like the rest but baby im the best 
dotted stressed blessed my mind to death 
out grown my old skin shed into a new one 
naturally gifted with knowledge to exist 
had a dream of a succubus you said it was you 
i believe it your snatch was twisted like a demon 
im undefeated when it come to feining 
break boils blood stay bleeding 
im feeidng off my wealth not much but its enough 
you act mean like my love was tough
i cuffed you into thinkin shit was sweet 
i got humbled by god i prayed i heard i lost 
my path is a vision yet given 
im sad taht my life still suck 
im sad and im a sick fuck i wanna cry in your eyes love
i thought we had a connection
you never felt affection so my attention 
is prevented by a stereo collction of 
aspritaing music to rhino out hearts errection
i know theres fish the sea in fact plenty the collection 
but i have mentioned that you always have my attention 
it gut wretching this feeling of one sided affection
im sick and im stuck in public 
the trains of thoughts sad im stuck in
i wish that you would love me 
you said that you would love me
i waited and you do not text me 
i prayed that god would make us 
turn tears into some papers 
and fixed all of this anger 
im mad that i feel anxious 
im scared that i feel loved 
i know youre not enough 
we know you got your issues 
i stay pressed all on my mind 
your mind is where im at 
i feel it up at this hour
i wonder if i did text you 
would you think im an asshole 
your friends they fucking hate me 
and i honesty i do not blame em
lets all do them a favor 
and let me keep making mistakes 
and pray that ill see pearly 
of heavenly oh father petes sake 
gut
[ɡət]
noun
the stomach or belly:
"a painful stabbing feeling in his gut"
wretch
[reCH]
noun
an unfortunate or unhappy person:
"can the poor wretch's corpse tell us anything?"

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