Death Touch
TY1
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Yeah, uh Yeah, woke up early, had to clean the strap The rap scene is wack, think I had a dream, I'm back Saran wrap, Vaseline the pack Load the .45, bet what's in this mag will lean your hat I'm like a damn machine, hit you, rip through half your spleen Flip you like a trampoline, pistol and some gasoline Hands are dirty, kept it sturdy like I had a team Dolo in this bitch, lettin' 30 out the magazine First 48 ya, I'ma Norman Bates ya Scorch and bake ya when I'm rhymin', I'm a force of nature Orchestrate your disappearance, turn your corpse to vapor Twin rail guns like Eraser, I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger Hire out of town hitters, outsource your labor Yeah, that shit'll cost you paper, but it's hard to trace ya Catch you slippin' and it's penance for your poor behavior Put that .40 on you have you prayin' to your Lord and Savior I'm politickin' all sorts of favors Fork and razor, doin' numbers like a corporate trader When you young and gettin' paper, then they forced to cage ya And it don't matter what you say, cause no remorse can save ya Pistol cockin', bout to get it poppin Drive by, spray your whip, and tell your bitch to hop in That's what you get for all that shit you talkin Crash your wake, smash the cake, run up and flip your coffin Head or chest, you get to pick the option Stash box to fit the glock in, hollow tips to stop him Box him in in broad day, let's turn this shit to Gotham I'm crossin' names off of lists, it's like I'm Christmas shoppin Caution tape around the booth, it's time to fit your coffin My words are worshiped as the truth, it's like religious doctrine Kalashnikov will get to choppin', bout to hit your squadron Cause once I'm clocked in, I'll be locked in like a missile droppin Approachin' faster than a raptor, run up close and snatch ya Souls get captured like the rapture, you don't know what's after And you can think it's jokes and laughter till I close your chapter Up close and personal, surgical, how I fold you backwards I told you rappers, I'll expose you bastards Explode the ratchet, watch your whole frontal lobe get splattered And you can keep on actin' tough until your nose is shattered Bones are scattered, body full of holes and all your clothes is tattered Just a young aficionado tryin' to hit the lotto Take a trip to Cabo, dreams of gettin' rich like Pablo Three cars, a decoy, a couple whips to follow Load the clips with hollow tips, them shits will hit like Drago Brick of blanco in the bronco, pistol in the console If shit gets hostile, hit your chest and make that bitch a pothole Hit the throttle, livin' fast and can't forget the model Bars over everything you haters, suck a dick and swallow
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