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Bastard Sword
do not resurrect & MERCYKILL
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(M-Mercy)
I be swervin', lane switchin'
I'm too sure, I ain't missin'
37 hollow tips in my clip
Make it rain, didn't it
Okay, upper level, aim with it
Lopping off his ring fingers
Leavin' fuckin' bodies twitchin'
Find 'em where they brains hangin'
I'm ready to die, shit
I be with the guys, shit
Drop another whip and scrape the city
I'm gon' die in it
Okay, watch me drive it stolen
With that pistol in my pants
I'ma blow that noggin' open
Soon as I get my fucking chance, damn
I've been known to ride, let it burn slow
Smoke it up and die, see the night go
I don't wonder why, nah, I die slow
Sippin' on my flight, when I arrive
I'm gettin' high, whoa, whoa, whoa
Go pop off, lock jaw
Nah, can't get yo bitch back
Like go knock off, drop drawers
Still ain't get yo' get back
These lasers ready
Red and green like Christmas, I'ma switch 'em on
This pistol heavy
Chevy hang outside, .223, send 'em all
I send 'em off, machete ready
Deadly when I cock it back
Like my metal heavy
Swingin' MPs at your shower cap
Send 'em back
Bitch, you wasn't with it
Boy, I've been up on it
I'm really ballin'
Bitch, I spot that target
Get my semi on it
My Glock got titties on it, pimp the Draco with a scope
Hoe, my homies got like 15 grips and two Glocks in they coat
I don't give a fuck 'bout none this shit, my life fucked, that's fasho
I could end it all but I be getting high' cause I could blow, when I cope
Lonely road I'm walking with my bow tucked, I go ghost
I don't do that talking shit, I rock a bitch and go
Just like my mama, moody, I get moody on these hoes
I know my bros got pocket rockets, pop it on these foes
Sights glitchin'
Got the floor lights dimming
I don't wanna live forever
That's my whole life mission
.40 pokin' out my sweater with a long knife
Chalk it up to them long nights
Open up, I got close-eyed victims
I've been known to ride, let it burn slow
Smoke it up and die, see the night go
I don't wonder why, nah, I die slow
Sippin' on my flight, when I arrive
I'm gettin' high, whoa, whoa, whoa
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