BLOOD PRESSURE

Everybody wanna get their hands on it
Don't stop me

There's a lockbox in the tool chest
Brother got a gun, said the bullets go through vests
Got those night shifts, so he sleepin', too blessed
Grab the key cause I'm bout a shut some mouths, true det'

In the back pock', creepin' like they wanna see
Blend into the figured crimes, rap-thug wannabe
Want my numbers up, buy a box of fire-breathe
Answer couple questions, it's a free use armory

Move to crowd cause I wanna hit center mass
Check the gun cause I wanna be spittin' brass
Think about all the stuffed clothes mockin' me in lined rows
Fire on these assholes

Woman screams and god I'm feelin' great
Blast twice, make the crowd disintegrate
People run, yeah, they tryin' to hide in shops
I'mma hunt with the gift from the lockbox

Cop escape cause this shit beyond his pay
I keep movin', I could run like this every day
Bodies fall cause I'm callin' every shot
Up the numbers with the gift from the lockbox

Get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
Lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
Get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
Lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
Get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
Lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
Get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
Lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up

I'm a ghoul, I'm a freak, I'm a fuckin' demon
Makin' ghosts, not a sound beyond the screamin'
Gettin' quiet cause they know I'm the final boss
I'm a legend cause I spoke with the lockbox

Targets thinnin' and I grin with every slay
Like the dog I'mma get my fuckin' day
Cops surround and they think they can make me stop?
I'm immortal cause I rock with the lockbox

Damage done with the gift from the lockbox
You can't hurt me cause I'm filled with the lockbox
Make the ground rock, hit 'em with the lockbox
Make the gro-

Get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
Lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
Get your numbers up, boy, get your numbers up
Lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up
Get your numbers up, b-b-boy
Lay those bodies down d-down, get your numbers up
Get your numbers up, b-b-boy
Lay those bodies down, boy, get your numbers up

(Everybody pretty much has a pretty good idea of what a terrorist-)