A song to a beat I made

[Verse1]
If you bring a gun I'll run and take it//
And let ya body shake like tits when I let you take six//(gunshot)
Ain't no escapin da drama//
(Lock the doors!) Ain't no escape for your mother//
Catch her [under covers] with the [nine] strapped//
Five [shots] in her mouth, now she rockin a [gap]//
Drag her body to the dump and let a bum hump the bitch//
And blow her jaw off wit da sawed off pump (shiit)//
I'm not tryna be gangsta//
(Shin-sh-shin) Motherfucka I'm jes tryna shank ya//
I leave knife wounds in wives 'n' who ever tries to//
dive thru the window will jump into ninety five typhoons//
Unload em clips~on broken hips~and [roll] dis bitch in da [barrel] of my 4-4//
Switch ~ da game, no need to pop six//
I'll have a chinese bitch chop dicks with chop sticks//

[Hook]
Death is comin' ~ when blood runnin'
Thru eyes and mouth ~ that's the omen
For you to hide in the black box
Jump out like Jack in da box wit gats and glocks
And give you a ~ Heart Attack!
Pull da gun on yer kids, blow his brain right out his ear (ear)
I give you a ~ Heart Attack!
If you die in da bed nigga act like I dont care (care)

[Verse2]
I'm all fo the money, the bitches, the fame//
Got luv for the honey, that switches, the brain//
To overdrive, watch ya nose collide//
wit ya toes and thigh, what goes inside, won't be nice//
Five pounds of cocaine, and propane//
Feel the adrenaline when I ignite your brain//
Feel da tin~ga~lin feelin, I know you do//
That's an anaconda ~ ready to choke you//
Man fuck you if you dont like my shit//
(Click, click) Rude boy, go buy my shit/
And you better act like you be feeling it//
Or dem leg of yours, you wont be needin it//
Nigga man, I'm too tired to play//
Too tired to swing grenades at you night and day//
So hey, i'ma go to the back and smoke a sack//
And make a track to give old people heart attack//

[Hook]
Death is comin' ~ when blood runnin'
Thru eyes and mouth ~ that's the omen
For you to hide in the black box
Jump out like Jack in da box wit gats and glocks
And give you a ~ Heart Attack!
Pull da gun on yer kids, blow his brain right out his ear (ear)
I give you a ~ Heart Attack!
If you die in da bed nigga act like I dont care (care)


that's all

there's a third verse, but ma boy gon spit third on da track

gimme some feed

it was nice, i liked it, started off slow but picked up, fix tha hook a lil if anything...hit ur head on a cloud...naomean...

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