LYRICS
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I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim ReaperThe biggest smoke blowerPut a motherfuckin' chimney on my stickBrand new Mak-90 with the drum attached (Drum)You a shit talker, we got drums for that (On God)Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that (Stupid)You gon' get a bullet in your lung for that (Stupid)Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang (21)F&N on me in the Mulsanne (Straight up, straight up)Glock 19 in the Blue Flame (Straight up, straight up)I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang (On God)21 immortal, we'll never die (21)Loyal to my brothers (Yeah) , I'll never lie (On God)Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly (Straight up)And I love winnin', I'm upset if it's a tie (On God)Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor (Yeah)Let's go blow for blow (Yeah) , let's go toe to toe (Straight up)When it's time to battle, they don't never ever show (21)When it's time to battle, I'm the first one at the door (21)At the door with a DracoDon't nobody move, I don't wanna have to blowRappin' ass niggas get spinned at they showThat's why I need some help, I got a fetish for the smokeIt get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den (21)Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him (21)Ak make you frown since you think you wanna grin (Straight up)Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my Dm's (Yeah)Coolant on the Tec, it get hot like Scorpion (Hot)I'll burn his ass, lil' busterYou thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazineI'll perm his ass (Mark ass nigga)Wanna be a gangster, but he misguided (Bitch)I'll learn his ass (On God, nigga)He went against me and they called 9-1-1 (21)They had to infirm' his ass (You gon' be next, nigga)"How many tops you done got popped? " Whole bunch"How many times you ran from the smoke? " Nigga, not onceEastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes, and I love gunsAin't no fucking diamonds in my mouth, nigga, these gold frontsAnd we known to handle all the business, nigga, AsapHad her at the slaughterhouse, how the fuck you cape that?Ain't no body shots, nigga, you know I told him face thatNow he in the ocean, heard they hit him in his wave capYou took your shot and you missed it (21)I just beat it up and you kissed it (Ugh)Took the rap game and I milked it (Yeah)Took the rap beef and I killed itNeck all froze like Sub Zero, dawg (Straight up)He wifed a thot, he a hero, dawg (Straight up)All I care about is my dinero, dawg (On God)Only thing I'm chasing is dineros, dawg (Straight up)Dread-headed killer like Cyrax (21)Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)Nah, fuck that, only thing scare me is a rat (Snitch)Slaughter Gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe (Straight up)Stand-up guy, they respect my mind (On God)If you foul out, get a tech', my nine (Straight up)If you ain't a hundred, don't text my line (Lil' bitch)If you know you hatin', don't check my Live (Snitch)You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortalAin't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughterShe said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarterI had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toiletShe tried to give me head, it was boringCodeine got a nigga snoringI wonder if she would've slept with the poor meSavage keep a Draco and it corn beefChopper cut you up like Kitana (Ching-ching)My chopper in the band, it's a drummer (Drumroll)Russell Westbrook, I was strikin' like the Thunder (Woah, woah)You was somewhere runnin' 'round whinin' to your mama (21)Y'all play conservative, we gon' send a blitz (Straight up)I'm the type to catch a tech', foul, hit him in his shit (On God)He think he a made man, hit him in the head (Pussy)Don't you try to run now, hit him in the leg (Rraow)People wanna say the stuff I say, but they be scared (Pussy)Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red (21)It's a fatality if you try to handle me (Yeah)Real top shotta, don't you ever try to ramp with me (On God)Got enough bullets that could kill your whole camp with me (Rrah)I was bad as hell in school, they even tried to counsel me (21)I don't like to talk, don't you try to tongue-wrestle me (On God)And my block good, you'll never get the best of me (Straight up)You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortalAin't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughterShe said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarterI had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toiletShe tried to give me head, it was boringCodeine got a nigga snoringI wonder if she would've slept with the poor meSavage keep a Draco and it corn beef
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