One to the two
Listen this is what you finna do
Three to the four
Up that gleek and put em' on the floor
Five to the six
Six six six six six
Seven to the eight
Burn your god in heaven at the stake
One to the two
Listen this is what you finna do
Three to the four
Up that gleek and put em' on the floor
Five to the six
Six six six six six
Seven to the eight
Burn your god in heaven at the stake
Been tired of you
Been dying to use
This Russian auto-shotty on your body
Have you seen what a buckshot can do
Been tired of losin'
No time for snoozin'
Born reckless and ruthless
What the fuck is so confusin', like
Don't have no time to waste
Gettin' cake either way
Whether its grabbing a K
Following you to your place
Put a stick up in your face
Don't play today ain't the day
You know what's gonna happen
After you done seen my face
Gotta pathology
No you can't follow me
Edge of psychopathy
No one can copy me
All I want's your blood
No I don't want an apology
Call upon your god
Let's see if he's as real as you and me
Fuck me up beyond recognition
With your religion
My nina my main bitch
And I just got her some new extensions
My sights on em' tunnel vision
High on something I can't mention
White knuckle grippin' I'm livid
Drive up let's test his conviction
Hang that bitch up crucifixion
Like your god but no ascension
Jesus wept and you'll cry with him
Soon as you see my intentions
Breakin' you down like division
Building you up in my image
Give me all of your attention
In your face you better listen
One to the two
Listen this is what you finna do
Three to the four
Up that gleek and put em' on the floor
Five to the six
Six six six six six
Seven to the eight
Burn your god in heaven at the stake
One to the two
Listen this is what you finna do
Three to the four
Up that gleek and put em' on the floor
Five to the six
Six six six six six
Seven to the eight
Burn your god in heaven at the stake
I can't go to sleep without that smoke in me
(Smoke in me)
Burning down these trees this shit be chokin' me
(Chokin' me)
Rollin' down the street I got that blower on me
(Blower on me)
Aim it at his collar don't go for the knees
Tell me how to be and there won't be no peace
High upon the throne you crown your god a king
Where the fuck he at when we was in the Springs
How could I believe in him I know he don't believe in me
Use to cry out to the father a bother
I was sheep for the slaughter
Over flowin' they coffers
Abuse your sons and your daughters
Power hungry disgusting you monsters
You lusting I'm busting these choppas
Machete lopping your arms off
Fuck you up beyond recognition
An exhibition
Gone boil your bones in bleach
To speed up the decomposition
In addition your god's still missin'
This is a new inquisition
Fuck all the rappin'
I'm suited up for another mission