The Slaughter “Tab #5”

Lyrics

[Intro: Meechy Darko & Sydney Lanae] Last night I caught my grandma clutchin' on a Bible Asked her what she doin', and she said, "Prayin' for your rivals" Doses [Verse] My Chemical Romance, gun on my waist Me and my bitch grindin' to slow jams Tizzy lost in the days, dizzy To keep score, he would slash tallies on his blicky Soul lifter, block spinner Until the bloody end, then I'm a plot twister I'm the Acid God, unload Barrel always smokin' like a fat cigar, dun' know It's just AKs, F&Ns, 9mm's Options in the G-Wagon Mercedes Benz Friend turn to foes and get bullet holes Money, cash, hoes, you know how it goes Bitin' niggas, must have lockjaw That's my style, it's not yours The bigger picture, sometimes you niggas gеt cropped off Used to be on my dick, bitch, why you hoppеd off? Bitch, why you hopped off? What goes around comes around, so I bought a revolver Rule number uno: always strapped in California You brought two guns, for what? Can't kill me twice My life like: sex, money, guns, and ice Hennessy White, Messiah time, New York state of mind Miami Vice, cocaina, and a nasal high, why? Loadin' up this chopper I got everything you need like witch doctors The law of attraction, speak it, universe shall offer I been prayin' for your downfall like brown leaves in autumn Slaughter