10,000 Degrees

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Straight out of hell
Ring the bells, plague is here to stay
Plague is here, roaches and locusts, they cover me
No halo hovering, follow me in yo grave
Ain't got no Patek 'cause I'll be here 'til the end of fuckin' times
Been since the end of fucking times
My kingdom come, thy will be done
And still you're wondering who am I?
I am the devil's son born and raised
Preaching $uicide googly eyes tell me more, okay?
Praise the fuckin' devil God can suck my dick, I scorch the veins
Making mountains crumble glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
I'm Lord of the plagues

Load on my –
Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say
Threatenin' swordplay, some would say nay
'Cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
Lil Plague breaking fortes, $carecrow in the corn maze
Haunting board games
For war, we pray
Plaugue is cold in Norway
Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains

For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray

Death is inevitable
The fucking $carecrow
Walking on his tip-toes
On your blood-stained wood floor
You know, mister typical
Hearing the fucking voices through my window
(Begging to be dead!)
But no worries, just like Chuckie
Cut Throat got the blade and the knife
May thy rise for the Yung Christ, never even died
My father just forsaken, I
I'm still $uicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye

Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin'
It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of evil
Like Knievel Ruby and I stay jumping over people (Mafia)
Xanax evil
Close to lethal
Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles
So I grew up a fuck-up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Grew up a fuck up
Load a nine up (fuck all this shit)
My time's up, fuck