Sarcophagus III

Lyrics

[Intro] "Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours. Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night. A man was shot in broad daylight—and subsequently seen walking away from the scene."." [Chorus: Project Pat & Yung Christ] Point me a tone Point, point, point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right Point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone (Murder, murder) Point me a tone [Verse 1: Yung Christ] Murder, murder on my mind $uicidal all the time They just stay blinded by the sight of blood that's drippin' down my eyes Point, point, point, me a tone Shoot me a bitch 'til the clip go "click" Heard that you're tippin' police and shit Rat motherfuckers, I ain't got love for 'em Internet thugs talkin' all over the forum Bitch, I hate everybody, I ain't here to make friends Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again See you in the flesh, and your tone change up Yung Christ, I can never-ever be touched $carecrow stick talk, triggers, I clutch Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe [Chorus: Project Pat] Point, point, point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right Point me a tone right Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point, point, point me a tone right [Verse 2: Yung Plague] Yung Plague got a one-way ticket Some say he the young flame, with the gunplay on a Sunday Make a fuckin' pussy boy stand in the blood rain Ruby levitate, another gun bang Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy Pull up the with the motherfuckin' AK, boy Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point blank, boy, yuh Uzi fucking fire like a gun range, boy Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy, ayy Yung Plague was a dead boy, ayy No shame in the blunt, aye, don't be scared, boy, ayy Just let me choke in the flames [Chorus: Project Pat] Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right Point, point, point me a tone right [Verse 3: RAMIREZ] Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide Bloody murder run through my fucking mind Grey clouds surround when we take a life Last thing you taste is my fucking knife Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome Shine through the dark Now there's nothing but the chrome Cut ya' body up, and I throw it in a hole AK strapped never trying to fuck with the boys G-G*59 Don't try to cross the line Fucking with the killers I'ma have to make your soul mine Fucking with the murderers, I'll have you breathing no more Ruby stay strapped with an all black .44 Scrim with the K he don't give a fuck 'bout a hoe [Outro: Project Pat] Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point me a tone right dead at ya' dome, fool Point, point, point me a tone right