Bloodcurdle

Clip after clip
Let it rip
Guts done spill
The mallets I carry make bitch niggas squeal
Stir with the mop
Gumbo pot what a meal
The course that I eat ain’t enough yall ain’t real
(Huh)
Ima just turn 'em to dust
No CoD but get hit with the Rust
You niggas are funny
Too fake like bologne
I know pups that eat you for lunch
The pavement you having for brunch
The choppa your supper get crunched
Stay out of my face
Or you catching a case
Not talking about the one with a judge
Munch after much
I will crush all your bones
Slit after slit
Make your blood bath my home
Stomp after stomp
My grey boots kiss your dome
Hit after hit
All for one hands still numb
Teeth after teeth
Ima rip leave not one
You lungs look so precious
Scrape each vein for fun
Say I ain’t shit
Boy like «Luke you’re my son»
Watch what you say
I slay pricks just for fun
Eeny miny moe
Who gone go
Scope out all foes
If you run you lose
Knee caps bruised
Hang you by a noose
Eeny miny moe
Who gone go
Scope out all foes
If you run you lose
Knee caps bruised
Hang you by a noose