BLASTED

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BAKER] Break a bitch, beat a hoe, make 'em kiss my shoe sole Lips be flappin', hand be slappin', going straight, sike your dumb Actin' growns a no no, leave ya stankin' in the river John Doe, Jane Doe, can't identify the killer Grip the pistol, smoke a junt, silent night we on the hunt Masked up like it's Halloween, creepin' out the cut Coward coward I devour lemon bustas talkin' sour Deadly hour, foolish hour, can't restrain my mystic powers Angels try to speak to me but evil thoughts consumin' me Oh, he said he prayed for me but words cannot defeat da beast Darkened streets the night's a blur, vision strange from funky herb Brain is fried my words are slurred, kill 'em all is all I heard Hit the curb, ducked out in the bushes, scope my prey Run up on ya 45 drop it off yo ass and pay What I say to his ass, don't ever play with psychopaths No love in my eyes, bitch I'm out here for yo stash Ridin' in the park, with a .9 to the dome My cousin got the junt, kick me out gated homes Killas on the roam, no remorse my conscious gone Intent is to bring you harm, in my eyes where the death is shown Bitch we out here for the cheese, fear the fat kid on yo knees Muthafucka, screamin' please,shut your mouth before I squeeze So full of greed so I take what's your makes it mine If you don't keep quiet then I'll put 2 in yo fuckin' eyes Ruthless is my ways, been like that since a early age Bastard child, dying slum so I kill to release my rage Cradle to grave in a maze burning depths await Meditatin' Dealin' contemplate on who's the next to pay Vengance on my mind, Satan goes into the South Side Homie is ya down to ride? Then come with me to the darkside Run and hide, never subside them sixes on the rise Satan is my alibi, now it's time fo yo demise [Verse 2: CURSED] Hit the blunt wit it doe, boutta bust up through yo doe Drop yo body in the chamber 'till yo punk ass ain't no mo Rolling to yo bitch lay your corpse in an ally or a ditch On the block talkin' shit Got that ana with the 9 milimeters on the fuckin' clip I'm boutta rip a slug up through yo chest Who's the best put a hole right through yo flesh Toke da buddha from tha West who's the reaper creepin' out cut I'm boutta fucking lace you up and leave you dead inside the muck And I just never gave a motherfuck about a busta nigga from the block when you know this murder shit ain't gon stop For no lame, Who gon play the murder game? If I gotta pull the hammer back and put one to yo fuckin' brain Knock you off the frame Now you just anotha victim of a stang a murderer with no name, with no shame If I gotta play the game all these muthafuckas tryna put me in the [?] when they cain't even touch me mane If I gotta roll to the spot, put a hole to yo body let it rock Tie yo hoe into a knot All that ana on yo chest, aiming fo da headshot All about the fuckin' guap growing all my crops do it all for my pops Fo all the knowledge in my brain thinking I'm insane Switching on them lanes Neva bangin' only swangin' on these fools creepin' up the block Like a goon, I'm the shadow of the moon leavin' bodies on the flo In the crack of noon find me hanging in my room Now you knew I'm comin' through with the strap Put a slug right through yo cap Take a nap As I pull your fuckin' wig back Pop a cap when you know all these bustas tryna put you in the trap end yo life and that's that On the streets from the maker you gon meet Feel the fleet, feel the heat From the anger through the beast askin' for some tree When the bass be knocking in yo whip on repeat