Loose Cannons
As I step in the spot,
Introduce myself
Hi my name is Iman
No one needs to know that I'm a Maniac
Ima just keep it to myself
But if they start with me, ima fuckin' raise Hell
We can end this right here
I don't believe in jail cells
All I believe is that you're pissing me off
And I'm about to go off
So nigga fuck how you feel
Disrespect to my face and I'm about to turn heal
And ima fuck you up
Who else got somethin' to say?
We can all die together
It's kinda heading that way
Now that I've lost it
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I am the Maniac and I will be your killer today
Spray spray, Motherfuckas
Oh what a fuckin' shame
All you had to do was say sorry and get the fuck out my way
But of course not, you had to be a
Now we all gotta die
Cuz you pushed a Loose Cannon
Loose Cannons with itchy trigger fingers never lounge
We'll pop up at your residence ready to shoot some rounds
Cuz we don't got what you got so nigga hand it over
We'll take ya money and your four leaf clover
Yeah, ya luck will run out if you make the wrong move
A bullet in ya ass will make you shit like a prune
Or one to the head, nobody plays with the dead
And with that said, hand over the bread
I'm Ruthless and electrifying like Death Row
Niggas With Attitudes bustin' through your front door
Boyz N Tha Hood will make it easy for your Aftermath
Or get Lynched by a Mob and feel the wrath
On the path of destruction where my mind is under construction
You'll find that nigga Glenn where is head met the bludgeon
The Walking Dead dwell among the trouble I cause
I'm like Jason, a rebel without a pause
Hockey mask on my face not givin' a fuck
My Desert Eagle shoots .50 cal hockey pucks
You better duck like Bugs around Elmer Fudd
Or Yosemite Samsung around eardrums
Bombs away with just one call away
The stereo terrorist will infiltrate ya mindframe
So don't get any ideas and be a hero
My name is Robert, so hand over your dinero
Cuz we are
Loose Cannons with itchy trigger fingers never lounge
We'll pop up at your residence ready to shoot some rounds
Cuz we don't got what you got so nigga hand it over
We'll take ya money and your four leaf clover
Yeah, ya luck will run out if you make the wrong move
A bullet in ya ass will make you shit like a prune
Or one to the head, nobody plays with the dead
And with that said, hand over the bread
Introduce myself
Hi my name is Iman
No one needs to know that I'm a Maniac
Ima just keep it to myself
But if they start with me, ima fuckin' raise Hell
We can end this right here
I don't believe in jail cells
All I believe is that you're pissing me off
And I'm about to go off
So nigga fuck how you feel
Disrespect to my face and I'm about to turn heal
And ima fuck you up
Who else got somethin' to say?
We can all die together
It's kinda heading that way
Now that I've lost it
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I am the Maniac and I will be your killer today
Spray spray, Motherfuckas
Oh what a fuckin' shame
All you had to do was say sorry and get the fuck out my way
But of course not, you had to be a
Now we all gotta die
Cuz you pushed a Loose Cannon
Loose Cannons with itchy trigger fingers never lounge
We'll pop up at your residence ready to shoot some rounds
Cuz we don't got what you got so nigga hand it over
We'll take ya money and your four leaf clover
Yeah, ya luck will run out if you make the wrong move
A bullet in ya ass will make you shit like a prune
Or one to the head, nobody plays with the dead
And with that said, hand over the bread
I'm Ruthless and electrifying like Death Row
Niggas With Attitudes bustin' through your front door
Boyz N Tha Hood will make it easy for your Aftermath
Or get Lynched by a Mob and feel the wrath
On the path of destruction where my mind is under construction
You'll find that nigga Glenn where is head met the bludgeon
The Walking Dead dwell among the trouble I cause
I'm like Jason, a rebel without a pause
Hockey mask on my face not givin' a fuck
My Desert Eagle shoots .50 cal hockey pucks
You better duck like Bugs around Elmer Fudd
Or Yosemite Samsung around eardrums
Bombs away with just one call away
The stereo terrorist will infiltrate ya mindframe
So don't get any ideas and be a hero
My name is Robert, so hand over your dinero
Cuz we are
Loose Cannons with itchy trigger fingers never lounge
We'll pop up at your residence ready to shoot some rounds
Cuz we don't got what you got so nigga hand it over
We'll take ya money and your four leaf clover
Yeah, ya luck will run out if you make the wrong move
A bullet in ya ass will make you shit like a prune
Or one to the head, nobody plays with the dead
And with that said, hand over the bread
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Baskerville, Immanuel Kelly
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