I.E.D 2.0

Lyrics

[Intro] In the dirt, incinerate All the fakes imitate [Verse] I'm boutta fuckin explode, grab a mag and reload Comin hot, boutta drop from a muthafuckin drone One call from a phone, lock em down in tha zone Red wire, blue wire, turn to a headstone Goin out like you know, it's dat DOOMSHOP flow Go and hit tha fuckin door, now tha spot botta blow Make a call, gotta chill on tha mothafuckin low 10 toes, neva fold, make it rain, make it snow Gang sold, neva told, got ma head feelin bold Witta .9 milimeter, wit this shit neva cold Backday, catch a soul, will quick scope a foe Buring fire in a hole, 30 seconds gotta go Felt tha pain long ago, best believe I pack a punch Ain't no just fo fuckin show, like thе flow I go berserk Been cursed sincе tha birth Lay 'em deep inside tha dirt Put em on a fuckin shirt, SIXSET, don't get murked [Outro] In the dirt, incinerate All the fakes imitate