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Graphic Violence - 7L And Esoteric
I take it to the
Streets car jack
Pack toast like breakfast
To go let ya know
Up front that in my trunk
I got this big a** bag
When opened up it resembles
A weapons show
Wrap sheet in black heat
For murder and death
The pistol on me that
I rock it ain't by
Mitchell and ness
I be medicinal tests cuz
I'm sick in the brain
Sick of the game never
Sick of just inflictin' this pain
I'm thinkin' names on the
Reg like a break for the third leg
Weeks later wind up in
The woods like a birds egg
I got the knife now limbs
I'm hackin' off
Plus I fire techs like layers
Do mackintosh
Slackin' off ain't allowed
When you're on a mission
To annihilate entire
Nightclub crowds
Emptyin' every clip
I'm fightin' all types of sh*t
I've been hit
I really like this sh*t
Some muthaf**kas should be
Payin' me to write their sh*t
Whilin' out bangin'
Out bicardi bites and sh*t
I won't settle
I deserve a medal
Vigilante rebel 'bout to
Take it to the next level
Units in area
Come in code
** dealing suspect
Sighted in vicinity
On route to reported
** transaction
Investigate immediately
I load up the glock
I line cats in chalk
Lotta pigs pullin'
Triggers to blaze ya whole block
Stick a plate in ya chest
Give you a grim death
Don't pretend to save
I grade the skin flesh
My retinas steam but it's
Wrapped in violence
When I close my eyes
I see visions of tyrants
Lock and load f**k buryin' heaters
I'm ruthless like a mother
Tryin' to bury a fetus
I'll wet you up like you
Stuck in the rain
Hit you in the jugular vain
I'm pluggin' ya brain
Ya punk a** wanna
Try somethin' with me
Yeah what's that f**k that
Muthaf**kas bustin'
At me I bust back
Sword blaze my forte
You can't floor shay
My style is negative
Like the image I portray
Change descriptions
Let my beard grow
I'm weird though drunk
Off a jose cuervoe
Tryin' to make it to the
Next bar without crackin' a whip
Five o start crackin' the whip
Do a search find crack in the whip
I'll be back in a bit
Now I'm packin' a clip
Now I'm packin' a clip
I ain't goin' nowhere
Take that take that
You ain't killin' me you
Ain't takin' me alive
I ain't goin out like that
Yo take that sh*t the
F**k up outta there
What I tell you 'bout
Makin' all that no
Ya tech ya tech tech ya a**
To bed god dammit no no
No more xbox for you for a week no
I'm sick a this matter fact f**k that
C'mon boy I'm 'bout to whoop that
Beats esoteric with belt
Muthaf**ka take that
You take that muthaf**ka
Aw hell boy stop that cryin'
I didn't raise me no little bytch
