Sing, You Sinners

So sadistic always on that fucken killa shit
Put us on on beat and see UNAVERAGE GANG gon murder it
Nothin gonna faze us out, and watch us as we conquer it
Black outfit, red eyes, yeah I'm emotionless
I'm runnin in the circles of my life and I ain't feelin it no more
Can I even out the score?
Religious repetition leave that bullshit at the door
Light the fuel and start the war
There is many fucken things that I still cannot ignore
Pushin your beliefs on people, I can't take it anymore

Hard times and I'm headin down on long road
Mental scars and still bleedin wit my eyes closed
Many scary stories that I'm leavin untold
Pages rippen, my decision watch it unfold

We don't leave no fuckin witness, we get straight to business bitch
Feel like Bobby Shmurda way I make that body flip
Grimey mothafuckas always worrying bout my clique
You ain't repping Gang get the fuck up off my shit
Posted in the lazy river corpses on my Dick

Big body Benz all black in a Trench coat
Got a morgue inside the crib where your fuckin limbs go
It's a dead winter blood shedding make it red snow
Got the Barretta but i'ma hit you with the longbow

I might give you a couple minutes so you can say your final prayers
They keep sayin we the underdogs yea bitch were aware
Came a long way still Walking down the devils stairs
All you shitty fuckin rappers in the game you gon be dead



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Writer(s): Beau Holland
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