Violence
You niggas must be crash dummies, going against me
I'm an accident waiting to happen come see
Call my army, they come thru in Humvees
Light up the block like the day after new years eve
You nah want war, you just want tough talk
Silly goose, now show me how a duck walks
Get the quack, quack like Big Shaq cause mans hot
Step out of the booth and leave a tan spot
I, flame up like Damon they all Dash
'til they stuck inside a basement tied and ball gagged
Stick and oiled up rag inside of this bottle
Cut your thumbs off, shoot your dick with a hollow
Ain't no tomorrow just here and now
"nigga fuck you" he said clear and loud
Then a click and pow in between his brows
Cut him up into pieces then burned the place down
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
All of the above
Tried to be nice but they ain't showing me no love
Wrap 'em in lights then push a t.v. In the tub
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
Everybody dies
The silent type but you can see it in his eyes
Don't be surprised when you realize he can get
Violent
Leave the quiet ones alone, cause we can get
Violent
Ahhhh
You must don't know I'm psycho, just ask around town
I don't talk much, I just give off a loud frown
He's mean ain't he, that's what all the birds say
'til she swallowing bodily fluids like she thirsty
Or she kirby, but I'm more King Koopa
Spit fire, 'til they fucked up like bloopers
Yeah my mans a shooter don't ask which one
Just know one of these niggas love playing with guns
Love kidnapping sons until the terms are met
Until the funds are there, shake 'em up a lil bit
Fuck 'em up leave your kid traumatized for life
My paperwork say knife I might give him a slice
You either care about lil buddy or you don't, nigga
Fuck around if you want to like I won't, kill him
My mental instability loves keeping the misery up
And I'll make history yup 'til I'm in memory of
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
All of the above
Tried to be nice but they ain't showing me no love
Wrap 'em in lights then push a t.v. In the tub
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
Everybody dies
The silent type but you can see it in his eyes
Don't be surprised when you realize he can get
Violent
Leave the quiet ones alone, cause we can get
Violent
Ahhhh
I'm an accident waiting to happen come see
Call my army, they come thru in Humvees
Light up the block like the day after new years eve
You nah want war, you just want tough talk
Silly goose, now show me how a duck walks
Get the quack, quack like Big Shaq cause mans hot
Step out of the booth and leave a tan spot
I, flame up like Damon they all Dash
'til they stuck inside a basement tied and ball gagged
Stick and oiled up rag inside of this bottle
Cut your thumbs off, shoot your dick with a hollow
Ain't no tomorrow just here and now
"nigga fuck you" he said clear and loud
Then a click and pow in between his brows
Cut him up into pieces then burned the place down
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
All of the above
Tried to be nice but they ain't showing me no love
Wrap 'em in lights then push a t.v. In the tub
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
Everybody dies
The silent type but you can see it in his eyes
Don't be surprised when you realize he can get
Violent
Leave the quiet ones alone, cause we can get
Violent
Ahhhh
You must don't know I'm psycho, just ask around town
I don't talk much, I just give off a loud frown
He's mean ain't he, that's what all the birds say
'til she swallowing bodily fluids like she thirsty
Or she kirby, but I'm more King Koopa
Spit fire, 'til they fucked up like bloopers
Yeah my mans a shooter don't ask which one
Just know one of these niggas love playing with guns
Love kidnapping sons until the terms are met
Until the funds are there, shake 'em up a lil bit
Fuck 'em up leave your kid traumatized for life
My paperwork say knife I might give him a slice
You either care about lil buddy or you don't, nigga
Fuck around if you want to like I won't, kill him
My mental instability loves keeping the misery up
And I'll make history yup 'til I'm in memory of
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
All of the above
Tried to be nice but they ain't showing me no love
Wrap 'em in lights then push a t.v. In the tub
Blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, wives, guys, sluts
Everybody dies
The silent type but you can see it in his eyes
Don't be surprised when you realize he can get
Violent
Leave the quiet ones alone, cause we can get
Violent
Ahhhh
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Writer(s): Gary Allen Pryor
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