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Stone Cold Killer
- Pack a syringe.
- Nigga tied up in the back of a benze.
- Clip yo whole family and capture ya friends.
- That'll be a moment that you have to attend.
- Make a nigga watch his soul as it ascends.
- Cap em, throw em in a ditch, and cap em again.
- Pull up guns blazin. Watch the action commence.
- Nigga talkin shit I'll leave em flat in cement.
- I got fuckin criminal intent.
- I don't care. Better hope you have a sentinel to rent.
- Damn! You'd think that I come from a cynical decent.
- I'm not a G. I'm the motherfuckin pinnacle of it.
- leave the game in wreckage.
- Boss of this generation waitin on another epoch.
- The .40 gives you fear but that Choppa leaves you headless.
- And these bars make a motherfucker green as fuckin lettuce
- Yea I make em jealous.
- But they stay in their lane cuz'
- They know that it ain't just bars that would blow they fuckin brain up.
- I rap about a lot of guns but they all do the same stuff
- And they always ready to strike like a tiger that is caged up
- Verse 2: Lucius
- They seem to think that I'm a stone cold killer.
- I'm a chiller thriller, a bone distiller.
- A blood spiller, crazy rhyme spitter.
- Brain splitter, banana clipper.
- Popping with this tool I'm packing
- Strangle you with your jacket,
- Use your spine and skull as a tennis racket.
- Break a pillar off a building and bludgeon your spouse.
- Douse your house in gasoline,
- Later on, add kerosene, and it'll burn like Phosphine gas.
- This is what I mean by putting you on blast.
- You're looking pale and a little frail,
- I think you need an inhaler.
- Prepare for my misbehavior.
- There will be no Lord and Savior.
- Gut you with a pair of scissors.
- I'll slit your wrists with rusty razors.
- Kill strangers, because Rangers lead the way.
- Pray that these bullets don't spray in your direction.
- Shots fired, ejection.
- You're in pieces, sections.
- Sell your life, auction.
- What your parents failed to mention, Adoption.
- Your mom's job, prostitution.
- Hope you enjoyed this depiction.
- Next time I hear fiction, you'd best hope I end up with a conviction and prison.
- 'Cause you'll turn up missing.
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