[horrorcore]
You better pray 
When you see me put that nine up in that [bad word]  ho  [bad word] it back slow 
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go 
BOOM!  [bad word] guts all over the room 
If you ain't seen it, 
Then you're fiendin' 
For the meanin' 
Of that nina of doom 
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out 
You back that [bad word] that pack that gat 
And hit that indo-sack 
It's like that 
Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool 
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt 
Cause it's that [bad word] that work 'em [bad word] deep 
And block creep 
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed 
Once it'll make you vomit 
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe [bad word] 
Biatches keep [bad word]  and suckin' and keepin' [bad word]  
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season 
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that [bad word] 
And watch them baby's brains 
Drip out that fetus 
Bleed, it's that [bad word] that kill 'em 
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason 
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason 

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper  [bad word] nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, [bad word] 
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?  [bad word] around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, [bad word]  
Now eat! 

As I creep, picture every human that I seek 
Slabs of human meat 
Cause my kids gotta eat 
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut 
Where niggas load nines, and barrel [bad word] a [bad word]  [bad word]  what? You ain't even seen me in my prime 
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines 
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck 
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes 
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind 
fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time 
So catch me now before I do my next crime 
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, [bad word] 
 [bad word] ]

Get ready for the [bad word] [bad word] 
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut 
Pick-a-vic-up, [bad word] 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs 
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck! 
Slugs to the womb 
Guts all over the room 
That legion of doom 
That S to the I-C-X 
With a locc and a tech for the throat 
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc 
One for the [bad word] who kills them infants and senses 
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter 
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin 
Never knew [bad word] meat cooked so thin! 
So I pack me a nine-milla gat 
And creep in the back of the 'Lac 
With a sack of the indo 
 [bad word] ]

That's right. Once upon a time 
[bad word] that hella sicc up in the skids 
With a lie for the snitch 
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the [bad word] [bad word]  
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind 
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind! 
Devils made a pact to [bad word] with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind 
Low enough to the [bad word] got hella deep that I had to patch it 
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket 
Who could it be? 
Or can he be 
Locked up in the county 
cause the bounty 
finally found a [bad word] like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-
L-O-
What's up, my [bad word]  
Pull this trigger 
And take my [bad word]  legacy 
But watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc 
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my 
lunatic 
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's [bad word]  (yeah!) 
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!) 
Have you even loaded up your glock? 
Well, I could gives a [bad word] cause even then, [bad word]  you not my [bad word] 
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