Tragic Systems

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Catch a body on the net, yeah bodies getting dropped
Using a bullet down on his face, yeah, say fuck the cops!
Round a mag through my pistol, bodies, yeah, getting shot
6 people on the list, they are fucking popped

System on my veins now, don't interrupt
Whores in my brain bitch, I really hit her rough
Told her I'm really nice, not even soft
Blow me again, shit, give me a puff
Automatic switches we called him off his bluff
People talking shit after shit, now they try acting tough
Got him laggy like a virus, it got him a bloody cough
(Ay, ay, ay, ay!)

Got a bloody cough, now you got a red tissue
Not my fault, shit, that's your issue
Rot down to the grave, bitch I don't miss you
Hot shit evidence, you got no damn clue

Big teeth, big bite, uncaged pit bull
Run around the motherfucker
Blacked out tints so you can't see us
Onomona-fuckin-poeia posted in the black, wife beater
He done bled a fuckin' liter, he done bled a fuckin' liter

Fuckin' up the system, I just slashed his fuckin' system
I'm up wit' all them bitches
You gon' need some fuckin' stitches
Intelligent like A.I., I ain't done yet, they can't tell why

Line by line, just like i'm Python
Break the code so they can't siphon
What am I about to do? Let's get you enlightened
Murkin' all your friends, I ain't fuckin' frightened
(I ain't fuckin' frightened)
I did all this so briefly, the noose is fuckin' tightened

Tragic Fuckin' Systems, yeah, I crashed it all entirely (What?)



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Writer(s): Harvey Mcallister
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