Evil Behind Bars
VEXED
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Creepin thru the night
With my knife and choppa on my right
Saw my opp I might
Take his life I got him in my sight
I'm your cryptonite
Causing harm just like a parasite
Did not time it right
Shackles on my hands are fucking tight
Stupid mothafuckas thinking that I'm never really bout it but I'll pull up with the heater and I'll blow your brains out
Right now
Gonna hear a loud sound
Bang bang pow
And leave yo body in the fucking ground
Locked up in a cold cell
Time to cover up now
It's a cold place in hell
Cant wait till I come out
I got the 44 to yo fucking dome
Garentee that you are not gon make it home I put that on my folks
It's not a hoax
Everybody let's go make a toast
You a bitch you hoe
If you play with my life your gonna get smoked
Dropping them body's
Yeah no one can stop me
I hide in the shadows I bet you can't find me
I sharpen my scythe boy I make it look shiny
Im like the grim reaper so please come and try me
I pull up with the mothafucking choppa
Imma go and find y'all
Then imma pop yall
Gonna have to dip from the scene a little late
had to make sure I sent yo ass straight to allah
Should I do it now
Or maybe I should wait
All the cops are out
I am not a saint
Should I do it now
Or maybe I should wait
All the cops are out
You know im not a fucking a saint
Creepin thru the night
With my knife and choppa on my right
Saw my opp I might
Take his life I got him in my sight
I'm your cryptonite
Causing harm just like a parasite
Did not time it right
Shackles on my hands are fucking tight