Dead to Me

Lyrics

[Intro] This is Godsynth! [Chorus: Claas] See they don't want the drama, this is not a game I keep it underground and I am quite insane So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay? Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! [Verse 1: Big Slack] I roll up slow, take my time with the blunt And then I roll up slow and take my time with the pump Get out of line, I'ma slump your body right in the trunk So fuck a scene, it's dead to me, it's time to livеn it up My southern cousin known as Steele, he thе man with the shine But these pussies ain't for real, they just demandin' the shine It's Mr. Handle-The-Nine, the savage animal type That's keepin' Mercury in retrograde and planets in line Some of these vets so soft, they get broke off like a cookie Online they gangster as fuck, in person poppin' they pussy Got that Molotov sloshing if you plotting to jook me Gacy walkin' on that Ouija board while talking to Tookie No crippin' but steady dippin' down them backstreets slow I let them rap beefs go still strapped with the bat piece though On a mission with the message, let these rap fiends know That your boy's unforgettable, call me Slack King Cole (That's cold!) [Chorus: Claas] See they don't want the drama, this is not a game I keep it underground and I am quite insane So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay? Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! [Verse 2: Claas] Yeah! Time to hit 'em with ridiculousness (Yeah!) You are witnessing the rebirth of that vicious Nick (Yeah!) I'm a Viking on a mission to go fix this shit (Yeah!) Raps that need a murder so I leave no witnesses (Yeah!) Spit the sickest shit! (Let's go!) Yeah! Time for revival so course I'm screamin' out fuck them! (Fuck them!) Catch 'em like I'm Negan and hit 'em with the bat, blunt end (Blunt end!) Make 'em look like Glenn until I beat 'em to nothing (Nothing!) Middle fingers up and tellin' 'em all to suck me (Haha!) Never been bluffin, I'm huntin' but they all duck me (Yeah!) I'll go and splatter a face 'til it's disgusting Wicked shit's what I'm bumping! (Yeah!) Squeeze a spine 'til I crush it! Come on! Y'all better go and try and do something (Raw!) All these shitty ass rappers I'm fucking flushing (Bye bye!) Yeah, I'm eatin' these niggas, call it a luncheon (Ha!) Then shake the haters off my shoulders, bitch I'm rushing (Yeah!) Must be a detective 'cause these rap bitches are suspect [Chorus: Claas] See they don't want the drama, this is not a game I keep it underground and I am quite insane So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay? Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! [Verse 3: McNastee] Murder by numbers, I'm a mathematician That's why more cats is missing Watch the body count multiply with mad additions, extract your chitlins Divide your insides with precision, incisions by seconds and vision Is to leave these politicians in a pool of shit pissed, decomposition Let the maggots consume them and here's the irony Bottom feeders feeding bottom feeders violently They take and take and take and take and they give nothing back Until they're pushing up daisies here in my cul-de-sac Pass the nine, pass the knife, send a fascist to the afterlife My passion is blasting these rappers on site Your passion is fashion and gag and all bite My shit was fly kid, I like without lights MAC out the window, I laugh in delight As Claas hits the gas and the gats come alive In a shower of shells where you cannot survive Motherfucker, Thirteen is the gang Eighty seven percent of perpetrators can't hang Herbs who infiltrated by raining on my parade Catch the shade as the gauges go bang bang bang [Chorus: Claas] See they don't want the drama, this is not a game I keep it underground and I am quite insane So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay? Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me! [Outro: Dispatcher & Officer] So it's a 5-35? Gonna have a great time 5-35, check Suspect had an offer and went and walked into a house. I'll find out now, lady Caller has now been able to close the front door. He is now pounding on the door trying to get in the house. About five foot, long dark hair, got Nike's tie-dyed shirt on and number 21 [?] on the right 10-4