Dead to Me

[Intro]
This is Godsynth!

[Chorus: Claas]
See they don't want the drama, this is not a game
I keep it underground and I am quite insane
So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!
These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay?
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play
I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!

[Verse 1: Big Slack]
I roll up slow, take my time with the blunt
And then I roll up slow and take my time with the pump
Get out of line, I'ma slump your body right in the trunk
So fuck a scene, it's dead to me, it's time to livеn it up
My southern cousin known as Steele, he thе man with the shine
But these pussies ain't for real, they just demandin' the shine
It's Mr. Handle-The-Nine, the savage animal type
That's keepin' Mercury in retrograde and planets in line
Some of these vets so soft, they get broke off like a cookie
Online they gangster as fuck, in person poppin' they pussy
Got that Molotov sloshing if you plotting to jook me
Gacy walkin' on that Ouija board while talking to Tookie
No crippin' but steady dippin' down them backstreets slow
I let them rap beefs go still strapped with the bat piece though
On a mission with the message, let these rap fiends know
That your boy's unforgettable, call me Slack King Cole (That's cold!)

[Chorus: Claas]
See they don't want the drama, this is not a game
I keep it underground and I am quite insane
So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!
These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay?
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play
I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!

[Verse 2: Claas]
Yeah! Time to hit 'em with ridiculousness (Yeah!)
You are witnessing the rebirth of that vicious Nick (Yeah!)
I'm a Viking on a mission to go fix this shit (Yeah!)
Raps that need a murder so I leave no witnesses (Yeah!)
Spit the sickest shit! (Let's go!)
Yeah! Time for revival so course I'm screamin' out fuck them! (Fuck them!)
Catch 'em like I'm Negan and hit 'em with the bat, blunt end (Blunt end!)
Make 'em look like Glenn until I beat 'em to nothing (Nothing!)
Middle fingers up and tellin' 'em all to suck me (Haha!)
Never been bluffin, I'm huntin' but they all duck me (Yeah!)
I'll go and splatter a face 'til it's disgusting
Wicked shit's what I'm bumping! (Yeah!)
Squeeze a spine 'til I crush it!
Come on! Y'all better go and try and do something (Raw!)
All these shitty ass rappers I'm fucking flushing (Bye bye!)
Yeah, I'm eatin' these niggas, call it a luncheon (Ha!)
Then shake the haters off my shoulders, bitch I'm rushing (Yeah!)
Must be a detective 'cause these rap bitches are suspect

[Chorus: Claas]
See they don't want the drama, this is not a game
I keep it underground and I am quite insane
So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!
These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay?
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play
I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!

[Verse 3: McNastee]
Murder by numbers, I'm a mathematician
That's why more cats is missing
Watch the body count multiply with mad additions, extract your chitlins
Divide your insides with precision, incisions by seconds and vision
Is to leave these politicians in a pool of shit pissed, decomposition
Let the maggots consume them and here's the irony
Bottom feeders feeding bottom feeders violently
They take and take and take and take and they give nothing back
Until they're pushing up daisies here in my cul-de-sac
Pass the nine, pass the knife, send a fascist to the afterlife
My passion is blasting these rappers on site
Your passion is fashion and gag and all bite
My shit was fly kid, I like without lights
MAC out the window, I laugh in delight
As Claas hits the gas and the gats come alive
In a shower of shells where you cannot survive
Motherfucker, Thirteen is the gang
Eighty seven percent of perpetrators can't hang
Herbs who infiltrated by raining on my parade
Catch the shade as the gauges go bang bang bang

[Chorus: Claas]
See they don't want the drama, this is not a game
I keep it underground and I am quite insane
So keep on with the bullshit, I'ma let it spray like
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!
These rappers wearin' dresses, why they actin' gay?
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the kid and I don't fuckin' play
I speak with bullets, if I pull it, I'ma let 'em say
Bang! Bang! Bang! Y'all are dead to me!

[Outro: Dispatcher & Officer]
So it's a 5-35?
Gonna have a great time
5-35, check
Suspect had an offer and went and walked into a house. I'll find out now, lady
Caller has now been able to close the front door. He is now pounding on the door trying to get in the house. About five foot, long dark hair, got Nike's tie-dyed shirt on and number 21 [?] on the right
10-4