This war is galactic, fuck tactics
Roll down your block straight busting automatics
I’m sporadic
Hands itching like crack addicts
This is my bad habit
Bust nine millimeter heaters at teachers and preachers
With guns bigger than cousin Skeeter
Cause more damage than Katrina and Rita
Your mom’s dead so you’ll be happy to meet her
If life was a dream
Then I wouldn’t be a killing machine with six M16s
Shooting through sixteen mixed teens
Watch their eyes glaze over like Krisp Kremes
Assist fiends with schemes of murdering Billie Jean
Make you inhale hollow tips
The same way Lil’ Kim swallows dick
You suck, swallow, spit as I empty clips
There’s a lot you can tempt me with
But beware the recoil cuz these aren’t empty threats
Make you hit the ground like empty shell cases
Wanna give twelve gauges to all ages
Maul sages till they lock us up like animals in tall cages
You can bet with your life
This isn’t Las Vegas
Bust shots from twin glocks
As the record, spins, stops and I’m a hit the block while it’s hot
I’m coming packed, hoping these vendettas never end
Me and my two berettas, a life ender’s best friend
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