Disorderly Persons (feat. Re-Up & Dusty Knuckles)

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Fucking with us, it’s called suicide
Nails to your skin that I rip open, yea I pryed
Were making all the rules that you better abide
Or be my bride
Meet my dick, your vagina as it glides
Hard swag style, shell toe stride
See your bitch around ya arm, sneak tip make her mine
Cracking necks, vertebrae c-spine
Here’s your life, sign here as your soul gets declined
I rip off heads their blood is what I dine on
I’ll take your necklace just to get my shine on
Cus what I’m saying and spraying
It got you praying, I’m swaying
With the lines that I’m laying, skin off your bones that I’m fraying
And I’m weighin
Your dead body parts on my scale, welcome to hell
With your cell closed shut, no bail
Exit wounds with a flail chest, your bones frail
Eyes closed, see between the lines feel the brail
Knuckles, go, I’m ready to do it
Don’t confuse it
With the music, Its ruthless ruthless
Came with a name for the proof I left them toothless
New generation so were cooking up the new shit
Yeah I got the handle Ive been handling the loose ends
Usually I don’t do it, but I’m fucking with some new friends
Shout to brent’s two twins, music is the fusion
News just confuse them
I hope we never loose them
So gang tight, gang fight if your with it boy
And I don’t do the snap chat or the Twitter boy
Leave a crash in your head like a dash board
Lay my game down tight
Same night were hitting fast forward
Not the morgue, first night
First your at the mall, parking lot then fist fight
Some came to sip henny, others came to get right
Fast forward now were talking my shit now good night
I got a duffle bag
Full of body parts, I’m something bad
Line em up, I swear to god whip all they ass
You better listen up cus when I spit it’s kind of fast
I’ll have your head sitting on my dash, for pocket cash
Smoke the scene, drunk as f*ck yea while I laugh
Swerve into your lane, flip you off before I crash
Got a split head, blood gushing from the gash
F*ck the law spike strips got my tires slashed
Me and pigs, never got along we always clashed
But when I hit the mic, it’s almost certain getting trashed
See you in the streets, take your shit before you flash
Ain’t got a heart, straight piece of shit before they ask

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