Foreign Land

Play your hands, watch your back, look at what it says I see
Turn around, you're too late, now you slacking from my clique
Play your hands, watch your back, look at what it says I see
Turn around, you're too late, now you slacking from my clique
Play your hands, watch your back, look at what it says I see
Turn around, you're too late, now you slacking from my clique
Play your hands, watch your back, look at what it says I see
Turn around, you're too late, now you slacking from my clique

Woke up out my coma, ditches what I'm after
God of war, I flick my wrist then bodies pile up higher
Yung Hunterer from the deep end deeper land of fire
Grip a .9 mm out to murk and pave a bloody river
Killer willer illest, sinner, drinker of the drip
I'm the sickest 6ixer fashion shredder
$carecrow slice the mystic and then whip
Eastern territory, smoking demonic poetry
Step into the land of Sodom body pieces from the saw-ed off

Chewing on a pill, she poking sticks into my veins
Allow it, now I'm fiendin' for some more of what that they be selling
Eastern murderer, Death, he be calling out my name
Pass the muthafuckin' dro, I take a toke, and now I'm seeing cibles

Play your hands, watch your back, look at what it says I see
Turn around, you're too late, now you slacking from my clique
Play your hands, watch your back, look at what it says I see
Turn around, you're too late, now you slacking from my clique

Circles of devilish spirits, voodoo smokers
Blood on the furniture, yo momma on the stretcher
Black magic creeper, I'ma liar for my brothers
Real ink links, off that dro, I get delirious

Circles of devilish spirits, voodoo smokers
Blood on the furniture, yo momma on the stretcher
Black magic creeper, I'ma liar for my brothers
Real ink links, off that dro, I get delirious