Fema Camps

Creeping at night, ready to take your fucking life
Roll the dice, never think twice
Killing these bitches will always suffice
187 drinking Redrum, murder to me is fun
Ski-mask and the gloves, I feel no love
Fear no one, one shot they done
Pistol grippers, bag with zippers

$uicideboy$ come equipped with pistols
Holding the tec, blade at your neck
In the middle of the street hollering out who's next?
Buck 'em and stuff 'em, leave in the sheets
To a player like me six feet ain't deep
Dead dope fiend with a pound in the seat

Fuck police and fuck your peace
Capping and dapping that uzi be slapping
Fuck all that scrapping, your brain I'm attacking
Just loc'ed out sipping codeine
$uicideboy$ bitch, trick or treat

Crowds have been gathering around Washington DC
And even right in front of the Justice Department here in Washington
Crowds of protestors are all gathered, that is despite the news
Officer Darren Wilson wandered out
Over the weekend Officer Wilson resigned from the Ferguson Police Department
His resignation coming just days after a grand jury decided not to indite him
In the fatal shooting of Michael Brown

Darren Wilson, did, ah, fundraising, did produce
Upwards of two hundred thousand dollars for Darren Wilson
But from that two hundred thousand dollars he had to buy a new house

Slick told me light 'em up, thought he meant all the blunts
Smurf was fucking piling up, now I'm high as fuck (fuck)
Fuck
Now I can't tell who's my enemies
Good thing I got ten of these felonies 'cause by my separate identities
Sending me to the loony bin again, I sin with no penalties

Kick it like a fucking centipede
Creeping crawling with no remedy
I'll piss on your fucking centerpiece
Smoke in this bitch, now I'm smoking a bitch
Yeah I'm loading the clip, put the roach to my lips
Now I'm blowing a kiss to your bitch, drop dead in a pit
You should have already known what this is

After he said, "I don't know anything about the facts, or if the cop acted stupid"
This is a lawyer who said that, and who-
And who holds himself as a constitutional organ
He clearly decides there he was going to clear it, right from the get-go

Right and I think that the point is now that they're gun shy
They don't want to, they don't want to do that again
They, they tried a little bit more with Trayvon Martin
When they said, you know, but I've had a son who looked like Trayvon
That was seen as going too far by some
They just do not want to do anything controversial
They wanna have meetings behind closed doors
This is the safest job for them

I see you lookin', want you to see how, I'm doin' it boy
You mighty low you see me cake you on the platter oh me boy
I fuck you up, cah I'm playin' fierce to beat the life out you, boy
Say you a gangster, player, gangsters where your might is destroyed
You gonna look good when gettin' ahead, behind them bars at 'em boy
These streets are troubled, no comin' back my way or walk through them doors
Ain't no more the chilly streets, he left me with your guy
These bits are really good for shit, they forgivin' you, boy

I wanna die in the Cuban street
We rollin' gas, smokin' in the hotel like Lil' C
And biting on E, but the nigga still eat
Cali, could you get a nigga feelin' like Yeezy, yes
Soaking my nigga, I will confess
I'm addicted to this, weed is safe
Fill my illicit page 'til I reach my death

It's hard



Credits
Writer(s): John Crawford, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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