HOMICIDAL URGES (feat. ALLEN GUN)

Homicide, break a bitch, twist they arms and beat a snitch
Have these homicidal urges makes me wanna punch some shit
Comin up the neighborhood the taste of blood that sure is good
If you are lucky might escape but people locked up wish they could
We sucka punch them in they chest the money oughta pay itself
I hit them once they hit the wall and knock the pictures off the shelf
If they are strapped they think they smart but we are step ahead of them
Cuz plenty weapons in our pockets hit them with the pistol whip

Black out lose my own mind, runnin won't save your life
I've thought it out for a minute now and tricks like you just gotta die
That ego keep you safe, cause yo homies is some bitches too
Prop straps and fake money stacks you gone duck n hide when we slide foo
Straight homicide, ritual sacrifice rippin off faces under the moonlight
Spark up my pipe in tha ride smoked out windows can't see what we loadin inside
Thought that shit was sweet, well we can get real sour
Guns are high powered dead in an hour boogeyman thrive off tha urge to devour



Credits
Writer(s): Chainsaw Murda
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