DEEP END 2

[Part 1]

[Intro: The Merchant]
Welcome!
Got some rare things on sale stranger
Whaddaya buyin'?
Whaddaya sellin'?
Ahh... I'll buy it at a high price

[Verse 1]
He lyin', I know he not wit' it
I'm sendin', shots at the back of his fitted
I'm plottin murder, sit back, and I'm grinnin'
I gutted the fucker, 'til he started spittin'
I couldn't forget, the image is vivid
The scene, it was so fuckin' wicked
I'm thirsty for blood, I'm addicted
Spillin' his body, he losin' his liquid
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I'm rockin' and stealin' yo' brodie
I'm stompin', until he don't know me
I'm at yo' function, and waitin' for you, 'cause you owe me
I'm demon, lil' bitch I'm an Oni
All these motherfuckers, talk a bag and a whip
And you thinkin' you hard, if you packin' the drip
So you can keep playin', imaginе the shit
Keepin' you droolin', and smackin' ya' lips
Bitch, it's Hysteria
And we rollin' in yo' arеa
Spit sick shit, like malaria
Don't try me, bitch I carry a Karambit
If I'm gonna die, then I'll plan it
Why these bitches fight? I can't stand it
My song like a seed and I plant it
In yo' brain, so I can expand it
I keep a tec, fully loaded on my hip, you better fuckin' be correct
You lookin' like a pussy, so that's why my gun ain't speakin' yet
Why the fuck you talkin', little boy you know you deep in debt
Fuckin' on this shawty, bitch, we really haven't even met
If I'm movin', it's always correctly
I can't wait 'til I hop out a Bentley
I was runnin' through Hell, I was leadin' the shells
I wanted to watch how the check bleed
And the baphomet, told me directly
There ain't no one to fight and protect me
Like I'm trapped in a cell, I can scream
I can yell but nobody wanna come get me
If you run ya' mouth, better talk low
Bitch you eatin' the blade, if you walk close
He ain't leavin', 'til brodie gon' drop dough
And I told him, said I got the mop bro
Pop him twice, boy, I love my staccato
When I'm spittin', my words got a hot glow
Talkin' that shit, get you thrown off the top row
I'm trappin' daily, sell dope like I'm Pablo
He tough, 'til I hit him with a tiger drop
Lil' boy, could you tell me what you fuckin' got?
Smoke up, bitch, I'm rollin' up entire crops
Re-ignite the shit, when the fire stop
Keep my demons, tied up with a iron lock
So don't break the shit, if you worth a lot
One-three-one-two, I got five more cops
So it looks like loadin', 'bout five more shots
Step in the ring, you get made like a pussy
Bitch I'm a killer, so please fuckin' push me
You jock some shit, and you think that you shook me
Bitch I don't care, to me, you just a rookie

[Interlude: The Merchant]
Wise choice mate (Hysteria!)
It's ammo will penetrate just about anything
(Akuma has entered the function!)
Ahh... a choice of an avid gun collector!
It's a nice gun, stranger
I see you have an eye for things!
Gun's not just about shootin', it's about reloadin'
You'll know what I'm talkin' about
Stranger... stranger!
Not only will you need cash
But you'll need guts to buy that weapon

[Part 2]

[Verse 2]
(Salem)
Chaos, take everything
Yo' pistol is loaded, but it's scared to sing
She pickin' up the phone at every ring
Walk around in my crib, no wedding ring
Don't take excuses, I make him useless
Bitch I'm the teacher, I am Confucius
Your life a nuisance, and your bars are fruitless
Better fix ya' dreams, 'cause life ain't lucid, uh
Watch how I'm steppin', I got VV's on my weapon
See how I'm reppin', all of the pain I'm expressin'
Could you just give me a second?
Better count up ya' blessings, I'm countin' cash when this check in
I'm reachin' gnosis, if you a real, then you already know this
But they never noticed, they was busy trynna find out the motive
From the coast to the ocean, from the deep end
To my thoughts and emotions, now it's all in motion
And I'm on a journey to reach an explosion
Fah-fah-fah, sendin' shots, he bleedin' minute maid
Don't really give a fuck about yo' feelings, bitch, I'm gettin' paid
I'm trynna fuck yo' shawty, at yo' crib, yeah, I'm in it bae
Please stop actin' like you wit' it
Little boy we know you been afraid
I remember wit' Jonah
We was out duckin' the piggies, the feds comin' over
That's when I got me a cobra
'cause I knew that the world, was gon' fuck me all over
You a witness, get shot, no Jehovah
In these streets, you get put in a coma
Wit' yo' bitch, and she fuck on the sofa
Wit' yo' bitch, and she lit off mimosas
North face, jacket on my body, act a pussy, end up fourth place
I don't got the time, for all you bitches, give me more space
I don't sniff no powder, but I sell it, give me more K
Yo' shorty wanna slide, we end up fuckin' right at yo' place

[Outro: The Merchant]
Is that all, stranger?
Come back anytime!