TARGET PRACTICE!

Bitch I'm Coughing
Feel it in My Lungs
This Pistol Gripping
Bloody Gloves
Speak Kitten Soft
N Cut Em Off
The Hollows
Drop Em
Drag The Chalk
Bitch I'm Off It
Leave The Carcass
Pussy Started
Mop Em Up
The Stick Just Smacked Em The Fuck Up
No Open Casket Cause The Drum
I'm Waking Up
I Swear They Sleep As Fuck
I'm Knocking Like The Drugs
Not Even Conscious, Stuck
Up in the darkness like my charger broke and done
It's Target Practice
Better Run
No Snakes To Trust
I've had enough
Can't Let Em Slither In The Dust
these razor cuts
I've paid enough
Not adding up
That pussy barking
Dawg im up
Strict business talking
20 what?

If it's not bands
No need
To front
I pressed some xans
There lining up
Your bitch dime to me aint nun
I keep that fye you better duck
We on the hunt



Credits
Writer(s): Giancarlo Rossi
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