Heataz

Lyrics

(First Degree): The evil that men do got me servin' heaters Morphin' them body bleeders into believers Had these bitches bringin' me cleavage and cannibis-sativa Big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters So lead us to the cheap shit, got my heat close so I could reach it Need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasn't ready for the rumble So I disperse my seasoning, pleasing when I get to reasoning Like soul cleaner, when the - when the D.E. get to heatin' up? Fuck, fuck, another fuck, fuck the bitch in their stuff Fuck till they brains stuck, then change they demeanor After sticking their vagina Turn a perfect stranger into my part time, into my personal rump ranger Workin' the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it But emotions is delighted And thats what runs you sensitive bitches and niggas get ran for a loop My heat is a muthafucka, First Degree Oh First Degree South bound of the city I'm sittin' high lookin' down next up to the climax Stayin' deliciously loaded with my fry, Mr. Hot burnin' flesh I got that THC marinatin' in my chest, I stays digressed So I'm approachin' this life shit, and heatin' it beautiful I'ma tokin' this wide stick, hittin' plentiful Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar (Polo): I got somethin' for your mask This shit here is hard to swallow Could be hazardous to your health Full equipped to leave your insides hollow Ziplock lips and listen I'm on a mission, switchin' positions In case of accidental consumption Dilute with 2 cups of milk and contact your physician Heated and hanged, who am I? Trigger Man, suspect number one I let loose, do not induce vomiting, or you throwing up your lung Dialing 9-1-1, it's flammable, uncontainable You die by the superfly when I spy, flip and grip, changeable Specially formulated to have all costs regulated And also the ones that participated in playing bitch games And plain playa hatin' 5 foot 6", sick hogg and all about mines Dead bodies don't talk, yellow tape and chalk So if you fall short....flatline Nigga, when you near give me adequate ventilation Avoid physical contact and inhalation Facial premeditation can lead to skin and eye irritation Does that exlude a bitch, Boot town boot up, shoot up shit Never water based, straight laced to your face With no nurse or first aid chase, no after taste Now brace yourself for the hand that rocks the cradle Negative conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal Hogg translation: ou-yay uck-fay with this heated association illustration Picture yourself in a body bag wearin' them closed casket decorations I got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that ass and it's mandatory I'm too short for long conversation, no pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story Makin' derogatory statements with my stainless Slugs with names signed in blood individually stuffed up the anus Dangerous, aimin' for your body Almost definitely pull that for hand to hand combat karate It's some a that southern young fool (P-Folk): Four-way stop, I look in the rearview mirror Chevy Astro van's suspicious Usin' my brain, aware of the game Suspects might be thinkin' I'm fakin' It's a habit to be caught with and without Reachin' up under my seat to grab my piece And the chamber, engage the round Turn a beat down, put it in first gear, slow pace Thinkin' that I might be paranoid Effects from the filthy re-chronic blunt that I just smoked with my boys Sped ahead, hogg check, all red til' I'm dead And I'll be damned if these niggas try to make me, P-Folk, break bread I'm tied up to it, I'm dread Like it said 'you live by the sword, you die by the sword' These niggas not knowin' they on a one way ticket home to the Lord Got hordes of bullets to spray me up and out the situation And since it's a jack move, my objective is I gotta take 'em Roll 'em outta the main street I don't want them thinkin' they been detected all up in my section Make a left down Elkhorn, toward northern direction Viewer discretion is advised, preparation for a justified homicide These niggas know they ain't no friend of mine, (check they self) Caught up at a red light Grippin' this trilli, thug from Highlands with nuthin' to prove Come here ruge, enemies hoppin' up out the low, P-Folks refuse to lose Split ones wig with the Sig, evidently he didn't see my third eye The second suspect tried to hit P-Folk from the blind side Exchangin' round for round, lit like a match, the lead sped out the strap One enemy down, two enemies gone, hollow point penetration to the back The villain defeated, the driver retreated and his partna leaded Jack got cracked in the mask, for sho' I'm heated (Lynch): They told me to get my heat, so I got mine Them muthafuckas done made they hit Now we only got the Mini-MAC in the trunk, sawed off pump and the .45th But I'm confident that we handle funk like muthafuckin' g's So all you bitches and snitches get ditches when my trigger finger itches, it's vicious For some reason I'm still in that season All them other muthafuckas done left, smother muthafuckas to death Other muthafuckas done slept long Hit off the kryptonite and get gone Hit 'em up two in the dome, visit your funeral home alone Had love for them once when and then shit got grim Killin' me softly, it's costly, check the chin, hit the Henn´ and then bend One dial 1-800 Old Gold And you picture me surrounded by fifty pounds of ground meat Grade A beef, it ain't cheap I got that shit that'll make them weak minds upchuck Upchuck, your guts cut and I'll have your nuts, wassup? You was locked down, so I fucked your bitch Gave you that syphilis dick, looped the music, MadeSicc, throat slit Trump tight murder on sight, split ya dome, hit ya home at night Move in the dark with infrared light You die, then I'ma do your wife I'ma leave you hangin' on your doorstep Have your wife ass butt naked, razor blade razed from the ass to the neck