Hitman Holla
• Written by Caustic
You don't wanna fuck with a psychopath
Shooting with a sniper rifle and his wrath
Who do you think you crossed that path
Adding up the dead bodies like algebra and math
Behead the faggots in a bloodhound bath
Dope in the trap house nobody can pass
I'd be there letting my dawgs eat your mama's ass
Give you a straight F in the anatomy class
'Cause my ruthless you bitches can't surpass
Kill 'til I retire
Fuck your bitch 'til she got a flat tire
I cross any boundary even with barbed wire
Making it big is my desire
You want death and you gotta grim reaper for hire
King of this place Jay Z call me sire
My shit spread like wildfire
Your life license just expire
You perspire as shooting just transpire
I cut off balls meet the what's require
No peace treaty or ceasefire
'Cause these bodies will be used as bonfire
Use an ax in the gunfire
Walk up in this place and the glass just shatters
Slit this and that blood just splatters
Bring me the fucker's head on a platter
Slut what's the fucking matter
I climb this bloody ladder 'til the days of the latter
My palms are bloodstained
My rage can't be contained
This sinister reputation must be maintained
I've got cred which you never obtained
Enter in this scene to kill and maim
Shoot you in your throat that's good aim
Throw a grenade in your bathtub that's good game
Fuck your chick and put you to shame
Your whole posse gets slain
Anesthetic in my heart no pain
When I hang you by the chains
I swing out your gummy brain
Suicidal homie masturbate in front of a train
Bullet shells popping heads blood like rain
Bars and this M-16 make your neck sprain
Dump your bodies in a shit drain
Look at those who are slain
Only my dawgs and homies remain
This shit you can't retain
Manhood you pussies can't attain
Faggots go and drop a complain
Cut up your testicle veins
Go completely insane
When I shoot there's no stop
Like when we smoke it's that pot
Arguing how much inches your dick got
When I know that it's rot
Bitches say I'm red hot
Motherfucker move as I take the spot
Light, bright, up all night
Trying to snipe people from the height
I beef with bitches and leave 'em a hype
But your fat mama is not really my type
Machete and razor blade to cut
Drop this chopper up on any cheap slut
Cut you to pieces and feed it to the mutts
And you died with a penis in your butt
Your get crucified and petrified
Roast beef from the electrified
You were circumcised with a blunted knife
And everybody say get a fucking life
Your fuck dogs get a motherfucking wife
Fucked in your butt twice and they cum in your mouth thrice
Sell your organs on the black market for a low price
And let you suck pussy with a lotta white lice
Slice off your arms gotta suck ice
Your mama just shake my balls like dice!
Feeling the heat
How does it feel to be beat
Got your mama eating my meat
Please take a seat
Make yourself comfortable
Chop you up like a random ass vegetable
Change your damn spectacle
Shit in your anal receptacle
Acting like a squid who lost its tentacle
Your face is not respectable
My shit is very eatable
I'll make your body parts recyclable!
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Caustic
Member since March 12 2015