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This a Scrim beat!

[Verse: K. Gotti, Producer Tag]
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DJ Scrim!
[?] I'm drownin'
Call up protection skeet skeet, I'm poundin'
Change up direction like hee hee, we clownin'
Rebound the sound on repeat I'm grounded
Jump up and down like who that be [?]
Challenge the crowd with the '45 they dialin'
911, we help (what's the problem?)
Gotti got a gun knocking bitches off balance
G*59, a bully better watch their surroundings
April fool the pussy 'cause I'm better off without it
Break wind like bullets, salute to my accomplice
(Okay you're not cute, this is really kind of childish. Police will be thеre soon, just don't move and keep silent. If and whеn they do...)
Hold on wait I hear sirens, please tell them to hurry, I'm hiding behind a counter
I hear somebody walkin' and I think they're getting closer
(Listen to me sir, there's no need to get nervous. I'm only here to help, I ain't the one who's trying to hurt you. Or maybe I am, it's K. Gotti here at your service)
I had to kill that man and eat his brains like a zombie
It tasted like cocaine so I stayed and ate his body
I ripped out my veins [?]
Some say I'm insane, I just can't explain my problem
The doctor gave me...

[Outro]
Ahh, fuck!
Damn son, I didn't fuck that bitch!
Oh well man, fuck it
Man, it's K. Gotti, man. I'm with Scrim in the building, G*59
Fucking [?]
Man, look
I don't even know, shoutout to Snow Leopard. Motherfucking, Melo D, uh... y'know. What else?
Ricky Jackson in the building, man 57
We glad in this bitch
You got to be with us to know what the fuck we talkin' about