Son Of Serpentine

MTM, hit 'em with the heat

Now, look me in my fucking eyes and tell me what you see
A murderer that's in disguise that stabs you while you sleep
It's raining blood from all the victims I done ripped apart
Stand in the corner with the blade basking up in the dark

Bitch, I'll be gone, these couple last days I done lost my mind
Poppin' the clip and cocked it back, bust you straight from the nine
I'll nail your punk ass to the cross then leave you to decay
That's what you get for thinkin' you could stand up with the Grey

Poundin' on my chest, it's the gorilla in the graveyard
Talkin' all that gangster shit, I'll run up, bitch, and pull your card
Ana got me clickin', bustin', suckas might need bodyguards
Shut the fuck up, bitch, I want your life, fuck leavin' just some scars

Bitch, is you fucking stupid?
Of course motherfuckers wanna hear that new Son of Serpentine
They don't want to bump your lame-ass shit
Ramirez grab the SK, I'll grab the AK
We going full throttle, pussy

Swerving through the interstate and twisted off the mescaline
When it rains and pours, I'm sittin' in the dark and plottin' schemes
Thirsty for the blood, I crumble Earth, the Son of Serpentine
Thumbin' through these hundreds while I'm puffin' on a Russian cream

Thinkin' that your God can hear you inside of these walls
I'ma snipe your fucking legs and leave you on the floor to crawl
Let me take this fucking minute just to scream out, "Fuck the law"
You see the hair that's on my chest, I open up and break you off

Just a shit fuck, they don't show remorse about no bullshit
The murderer that sends your mama pics and body parts with it
Time is fuckin' tickin', gotta make a move and make it quick
Strapped up with a mask and pull it down and hit another lick



Credits
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Ivan Ramirez
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