Ballad Of Leatherface

Shit, this what the fuck they call me Payne for
Been in the shed, just cleaning my rusty chainsaw
This shit get muddy, it's uglier when the rain pour
Say my name, buddy get bloodier then the gang war
I told them all
Shotty throw bullets, look like they bowling balls
Protocol, I'm working in Timberlands and my overalls
And my flow is doper then Propofol
Most of all, I give you the smoke nigga, with no withdrawals

Shit, I talk with a baby uzi
Pistols sparking, sound like a Martin Scorsese movie
Sniper rifle, look like I'm starting on Navy duty
Lift my gun like a baby, the Huxtables raising Rudy
Yeah, the rebirth of a killer
Each verse equals a liter worth of Tequila
I slept with the lions, had to eat with gorillas
Move the brick out the trunk like Master P in the (millis?)

Yeah, I spend the darkest of my days just holding my chainsaw while I'm sharpening up the blade
Fuck a battle, bury your carcass in the grave
Boomerang, Eddie Murphy, well bitch I'm Marcus with the fade
Shit, I'm starving to let the Ruger shoot, run laps around rappers, see every bar as a hula hoop
Niggas gassed up, you ain't going far in that Subaru
Bullets on par, we gon play guitar at your funeral

Vendetta season
No better reason
It's BSF nigga, pledge alliegance
Beretta squeezing
Shoot at your jersey, knock of the letters, no better freedom
I drop it right through the metal like Kevin Freeman
Yeah, I been cooking to hook the street up
Been in the kitchen, look like I'm cooking a quarter ki up
These niggas heart pump sugar, we shook the street up
Ay Dred, tell Benny The Butcher to put his feet up

It's Payne!