Saturdayyyy

Its Saturday night I rapidly might get drunk watching 2 guys dramatically fight,

punching each other in slow motion this fight will grow... promotion,

I try not to show emotion anythin' could give my flow ignition,

the amount of empty cans and bottles fans like pistols so clench the handles,

when I say pistols I actually mean pencils and their held against your temples,

I start the night by drinkin' Stella then after a crate I know I will wanna tell-her,

that I wanna fuck her then kill her for no reason in particular im just a psychopathic murderer,

were all fucked up so its time to go out on a massacre

if I come at u just know I go for the jugular,

ima cut off circulation to ur cardio vascular now searchin' for the next customer,

I aint gonna give ya good service that's cellular its a game your the alien im the predator,

after I slaughter ya im searchin'

for the goods like a scavenger don't try stop me I kill the avenger,

so quick ill stop ya before ya filled with rage and anger,

now the worlds full of psychopaths cause the age of the gangster, is gone

 

I see tracks space back i mean that

I fuck bitches and get money sonny

It aint funny when i run up on you

With a few of my crew and we spew

Lyrics its simple physics we just spirits

Fear it Not one once of quit me and homies wont split

We get lit wit it lines i've writ will fuck up a script

Damnit Justin get a grip you gotta rip

When you spit or you wont make a hit sick of shit

I feel unfit to commit my heads chipped

Without rap i feel stripped and naked

Im the greatest as it was earlier stated

Heavily hated the beef is heated

The hate is needed she cheated

So shut it when im speaking

My brain is leaking so stop freaking