Slaughter (juice wrld beat)

just slaughter all our enemies

One Mississippi, two mississippi

Hippie to the hippie,

Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies

You Lucifer-type 85'ers stay refusin to fight

Eyedea and Abilities, we only came to rip shit

Same night that we left got a call, you hit

So you muster up all of your might

It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical

And my cousin D-5, they all locked in the FED's

Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads

but I get this motherfucker physical

Cause ya know we have the heavy artillery

And FED time for conspiracy, is one of my fears

but theres no smilin here its just holdin back the tears

who carry 22's, up in they hosiery

Shorty like a fryin', pan, and I ain't got

Stink ass hoes trying to get up in some rain clothes

Do's open, do's close, where's the camera I'll strike a pose

It brings pleasure while expressin one frame of thought

Play pussy in these H-Town streets, ya get bucked

That's my intention, I leap through dimensions

So slap you in the face with good intentions

This isn't kids stuff fuck getting your thumb sucked

Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy

That I can count my outer blessings on one hand

How they makin' music when there ain't no band

Be under heaven's gates, with bullets, we then fly

On, the mic, my style, you like

Anger, hate, distraction, happiness hold us

Man, no wonder why the score's a mess

I'm at the bus stop with my bike

Yea bump it 'till you feel that shit

You have seen me, maybe once or twice

I'm not that violent, I practice peace

Uh-uh, it don't stop, it don't quit