Homicide

I'll blast 'til your shit is gushy

I'm not a home invader
Who would go in
And tie people up
I'm a thief
I'm not proud to say that
But that's what I am

All I do is get high and think of fadin' you all
Motherfuckers, hit ya knees
And just pray to the lord
I'd rather die today, than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers
Just steal and borrow

So soft, you're smushy
I'll blast 'til your shit is gushy

(That's what I am, I'm a thief)

I'll blast 'til your shit is gushy
Homicide

I'll blast 'til your shit is gushy

Drop
That means you're shot, what?

I don't want ever
To enter into a situation
Where I'm confronted
By anyone
So, that's the whole reason of
Uh, casing the homes

I'm not a home invader
Who would go in
And tie people up
I'm a thief
I'm not proud to say that
But that's what I am

All I do is get high and think of fadin' you all
Motherfuckers, hit ya knees
And just pray to the lord
I'd rather die today, than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers
Just steal and borrow

I'll blast 'til your shit is gushy
Homicide

Drop

Yeah



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Writer(s): Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Nayvadius Wilburn, Rodney R. Jr. Hill, Jon Josef P. Miller
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