Grimy Suspects

*Phone rings*

[Intro: Dom Pachino aka P.R. Terrorist & Rubbabandz]
Pick up the motherfuckin' phone nigga, damn, this
Nigga outta here
'Bandz, pick up the motherfuckin' phone nigga
Yo what the? fuck man, damn
Who the fuck is this man? fuck man?
What the fuck?

[Verse 1: Rubbabandz]
Aiyo, I got problems and nobody can solve 'em
Release my stress through poetry, hardly resolvin'
Negativity revolve around me like like my shadow
Knock it off, it's rotational axle
Watch the sparrow comin' like arrow
He had his back to the barrel
And left home without his bullet proof apparel
The moment I been waitin' for, these hollow tip
To touch his bone marrow
Rapper's explode the travel, wouldn't live to tattle (Yeah, yo)
Leave 'em leakin on the gravel
But the gun jammed and he could've out-ran a herd of cattle (Yo)

[Verse 2: Dom Pachino aka P.R. Terrorist]
Yo, call me the unforgiven, rock a blue ribbon
Bring out the best, I'm nasty on the mic like incest
Open your chest like suppressants
This adolescent, manifesting, depression return you to the essence
Parental discretion is advised , when I improvise
Those who try to survive seldom die
Familes cry and they wonder why
Death is spontaneous like combustion
Lyrics I'm bustin' like shots to your knot with no discussion
Blood rushin' through your veins of the same brain
I'm numb in the brain from snortin' lines of cocaine..