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[Verse I: Tommy Wit Da Tone]

Running from the cops going down 94
Killed another man at the liquor store
Blood starts to spill, now I want some more
Ran out the door, 'cause the cops I abhor
Execution of a punk that crossed me
Should’ve known better than to fuck with Tommy
White shirt turned into a new red tee
Who was once full is now an amputee
Red and blue lights in my rear view
While I’m being chased by a motherfucking air crew
I made a quick left through the god damn drive thru
Trying to get away so I’m no longer pursued
So I stop the whip, let me load this shit
Spray the AK at the cops again
Know I’m going to hell, may as well descend
A state of death for these pigs I commend

[Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone]

Reloading the heater to put them in ether
Dead body depleter, no longer a breather
I am the conceiver of death and the reaper
The preacher or teacher won’t be my appeaser
Motherfuckers always gotta be eradicated so I passionately advocate
For their decimation
As I dominate, exterminate, liquidate the police state
Demonstrate my hate for the one and only legal gang