Active Shooter Freestyle

Pull up to your block with 38's inside a Chevy aye
He claiming he can take my life I told that nigga any day
17 bodies inside your section pussy, that's that error rate
That raid you can never cooperate, you can never state
Pussy boy do something you must be a beatle cuz you really buggin
Your worried about bitches you worried about cuffin
If it's not about the money, then it's really nothing
I'm fucking yo thottie, the one that you lovin
You soft as hell you look like a muffin
I'm robbin yo chain nigga, who is you touchin? (robbin yo chain nigga who is you touchin?)
Do not test me nigga, I'll kill you in a millisecond
Let me not waste my time with these pathetic ass murder weapons
I'ma bad adolescent, bitch I feel like Indy, Fuk dat thottie in her kitty
Kitty kitty get me busy (hahahaha)

See a bitch I shoot the class, 556 wit extended mags
Count the bodies make it mass, see bodies see the tags
Burn a teacher with this gas, useless like Eustace Bagge
Jimmy Neutron gotta blast, S3VN shots for body bags
Woah I gotta go, fucking that bitch and I'm fucking that hoe, oh
I got your head in the scope, pulling the trigger and firing the smoke
So many pills I can't even cope, seeing my ex I'm losing my hope
She took everything I'm feeling so broke climbing the steps to the end of the rope
Woah I'm bad boy, shoot him with dad's toy
Bomb him like an asteroid, Busting like I'm Aykroyd
Heartless like an android, filling in the vast void
Bitch I ain't no sad boy, bitch I ain't no sad boy



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Writer(s): David Urban
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