BC3 REMIX

Let the bullets fly making him duck like he wants some grapes
Kill a couple syllables and flowing in my wake
Lit a fuse on fire make a motherfucker detonate
I'm chopping em up and slamming the door on their face

I'm vicious, malicious, so dont get it twisted
I AM NOT A FORE THAT YOU WANT TO WRECK WITH
We the bloodiest choppers so do not forget it
Don't try to come diss if you can't rap for shit

Snatch a glass of water that shit turned into some red rum
I'd be in the corridors lurking near your bedroom
Looming in the corners after the set of the sun
I ain't got no motives, I'm doing this shit for fun

Going out after 11 PM that shit is ill advised
Mask on like Jim Carrey make em all victimize
I'll scrap all you bitches if you want to pick a fight
Taking that bag and I'm wrecking the mic and im breaking and packing and picking apart the bodies of my victims tonight