Trouble
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Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin' a Smith & Wesson, uh-oh, trouble
Don't say nothin'
You can tell that I'm evil by the arch in my eyebrow
But I ain't got no pitchfork, I stick niggas with this sawed-off
Clear your porch, hit the floor, duck behind the couch
If I don't hear enough screamin', I'm burnin' down your house
Apocalypse The Barbarian, I kill humanitarians
Peel each your billies, slaughter your children and rape your women
I'm bustin' through that door like "dun-dun-dun"
Trouble, bitches hit the floor on the double
Bust off a couple rounds and let it bubble in your belly
Bullets dipped in formaldehyde, so when
They hit you, you embalmed and ready
To get carried, buried up in your grave
Trust me, I'm that deadly, just test me if you brave
Eklipsse, I stay sick with Pit, Playboy and Lynch
Kill a bitch nigga quick and run a train on his bitch, nigga
I wish these niggas would try to ruffle for the chips (I wish)
I got metal muscle with solid tips
And pistol grips, get violent tricks
First I'm cool with you (I'm cool), then I'm not with you (I'm not)
Run up on me, I pop pistols
Gun up on me, it's all official
I'm chewin' bone gristle, your family gon' miss you
Do away, done with you, you should've had a gun with you
I got pistols, you know, cooking utensils
That shit that'll make your skin bubble
Fuckin' with these Plug niggas, you gots to know you in trouble
You in trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
I keeps it real, that's the deal
Headbuttin' motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield
I makes a full course dinner out of roadkill
Pop some pills, smoke some sherm
Drunk as fuck, rollin' up a blunt
When I get through smokin' it, I'm comin' to your house, nigga
What's for breakfast? Kickin' in your door at 3:47
In the mornin', got my Mossberg, dawnin'
Time to wake up so I can do your bitch-ass wrong
Here comes trouble, Hell's Angel, some niggas call me Spawn
Shit, I'm off that twomp-twomp again
Ready to load the pump again
Soon as I put somethin' in
See, I'ma aim it at your chin, blame it on your friend
Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
I can make niggas follow me like the Pied Piper can
Arachnophobia, I'm the sniper man
Do 'em and put 'em in the pan
Heat 'em and eat 'em as fast as I can
Stretchin' neck like elastic, my classic, man
I'm first, you last to land
Teflon bullets, they crash your land
Nigga, I'm double time, you in trouble time
I'ma bubble mine, you in trouble
I'm Titanic and scandalous, I do random hits
Load up all my extra clips, let's go handle this shit
Trouble is what we lookin' for, kick in that fuckin' door
Put a gag up on that ho, slit that nigga's throat
Light up the dope, smoke until we choke
I wish a motherfucker would try to look and get his neck broke
Kick in the door, shotgun up the asshole
Brains blow, eyes closed, nothin' but trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble