TALES OF THE LEECH

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Leech off the street Just a creep underneath Something deeper past the skin If you want come take a peak Meet the beast gatekeeper As I drink up all the ether When you look into my eyes All you sees the bloody reaper Coming for your tainted soul Better start running cause I am now gunnin' There's no signs to let you know Taking this blade to now shove in my foe Crazy is this psycho You might kiss the butt of my rifle If you approach with no respect Then you've become a new rival Rollin blunts outta bibles A troubled child on the run This sinista shit is oh so thick And yes we find it so fun Mutha fuck a bitch mutha fuck a cop Yes the 3 we coming up quick this underground it never stops To the top never flop It's the trio putting suckas in they place Hope you ready for the fight, warfare in your face Strapped up boots we all ready With a mindset so heavy Come to clean up all the mess that's left We've come to hold it steady [Verse 2] Let it blaze I'm throwing homemade hand grenades The thrilling for the killing turns it to a violent rage Silent Night on the stage it's society I prey Put me up in big lights Make them all remember my name Yes I've come to getcha, hit you where it hurt No more complications bitch I'm known to always make it work Doing dirt put my time in this game There ain't no need for me to claim This and that lead the pack Sign sealed the game I wrap Like a rabid dog looking for a meal I'm a hungry motherfucker And I've come to get my fill Sink my teeth into the kill Get a high from the hunt Rip the skin right off them bones And show the world that you a front, don't stunt When ya meet ya maker Mr. Baker tainted by the savior No need to save you Ima break you doing you a favor Catch the wave before you drown In the southern psycho sounds Here to bring it non stop Here to keep it underground
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Credits
- Writers
- Baker Ya Maker