Sarcophagus III
Here is a quick look
At the use of guns in the last 24 hours
Three police officers were shot and wounded
In the space of an hour last night
A man was shot in broad daylight
And subsequently seen walking away from the scene
Boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't, boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't–
Murder, murder on my mind
Suicidal all the time
They just stay blinded by the sight
Of blood that's dripping down my eyes
Boy boy boy, be on top
Shoot me up bitch 'til the clip go click
Heard that you're tipping police and shit
Rat motherfuckers I ain't got love for 'em
Internet thugs talking all over the forum
Bitch I hate everybody I ain't here to make friends
Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again
See you in the flesh and your tone change up
Yung Christ I can never ever be touched
$carecrow, stick talk, triggers I clutch
Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched
Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe
Boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't, boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't–
Yung Plague, got a one way, ticket
Some say, he the young flame
With the gun play, on a Sunday
Make a fuckin' pussy boy stand in the blood rain
Ruby levitate, another gun bang
Chump change boy now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfuckin' AK boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point-blank boy, yuh
Uzi fucking fire like a gun range boy
Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy
Yung Plague was a dead boy, ay
No shame in the blunt, ay, don't be scared boy
Just let me choke in the flames
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't, boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't, boy
Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide (genocide)
Bloody murder run through my fuckin' mind (fuckin' mind)
Grey clouds surround when we take a life (take a life)
Last thing you taste is my fuckin' knife
Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome
Shine through the dark now there's nothing but the chrome
Cut ya' body up, and I throw it in a hole
AK strapped never trying to fuck with the boys g-G59
Don't try to cross the line
Fucking with the killers I'ma have to make your soul mine (rraah)
Fucking with the murderers, I'll have you breathing no more (rraah)
Ruby stay strapped with an all black 44 (rraah)
Scrim with the K he don't give a fuck 'bout a hoe
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't, boy-boy
At the use of guns in the last 24 hours
Three police officers were shot and wounded
In the space of an hour last night
A man was shot in broad daylight
And subsequently seen walking away from the scene
Boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't, boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't–
Murder, murder on my mind
Suicidal all the time
They just stay blinded by the sight
Of blood that's dripping down my eyes
Boy boy boy, be on top
Shoot me up bitch 'til the clip go click
Heard that you're tipping police and shit
Rat motherfuckers I ain't got love for 'em
Internet thugs talking all over the forum
Bitch I hate everybody I ain't here to make friends
Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again
See you in the flesh and your tone change up
Yung Christ I can never ever be touched
$carecrow, stick talk, triggers I clutch
Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched
Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe
Boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch I don't, boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't–
Yung Plague, got a one way, ticket
Some say, he the young flame
With the gun play, on a Sunday
Make a fuckin' pussy boy stand in the blood rain
Ruby levitate, another gun bang
Chump change boy now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfuckin' AK boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol shoot 'em point-blank boy, yuh
Uzi fucking fire like a gun range boy
Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy
Yung Plague was a dead boy, ay
No shame in the blunt, ay, don't be scared boy
Just let me choke in the flames
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't, boy-boy-boy, bitch you don't, boy
Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide (genocide)
Bloody murder run through my fuckin' mind (fuckin' mind)
Grey clouds surround when we take a life (take a life)
Last thing you taste is my fuckin' knife
Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome
Shine through the dark now there's nothing but the chrome
Cut ya' body up, and I throw it in a hole
AK strapped never trying to fuck with the boys g-G59
Don't try to cross the line
Fucking with the killers I'ma have to make your soul mine (rraah)
Fucking with the murderers, I'll have you breathing no more (rraah)
Ruby stay strapped with an all black 44 (rraah)
Scrim with the K he don't give a fuck 'bout a hoe
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't like that, bitch you don't fool me
Bitch, I don't, boy-boy
Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Ivan Ramirez
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