Antichrist

Bitch the cannon flash like cameras didn't it?
I'm 'bout the business
Automatic got bananas in it
So come and get it
Sittin' in the whip with killers in it
Roll up like swishers
Spit that fire when speak with demons
Leave niggas leakin'
Bitch I kill don't need a fuckin' reason
Up the choppa get to moppin' bitch I'm kill streakin'
I get to tweakin'
Bitch I'm cold as shit my soul anemic
Leave niggas bleedin'
Bitch I'm smokin' packs the drugs are peakin'
A murder scene
Them automatics spray them lacerations
Your my patient, I'm the doctor, and I'm operatin'
No conversation, I just kill 'em it ain't complicated
Abomination, spawn of satan, blood intoxicated
My bones are shakin'
Summon pestilence and poltergeists
Let 'em know they're in the presence of the antichrist
Forsake the light
I shoot to kill that's for my sacrifice
So come and die
I shoot 'em up into the fuckin' sky
So come and try me bitch



Credits
Writer(s): William Torres
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