Gruesum Twosum

[Verse 1: Bloody Bones]
Killer thoughts of a murder, 211? No, a homicide
Quick to lay you down, and blast, and be the one to die
When we shakin' things up, bitch, come to meet my .45 Auto
Seventeen shots gon' leave yo whole fuckin' body hollow
Point tips in the clip, so baby, nigs can't even fuck with me
Put a slug in a cop for tryna place me in custody
Same as the last, blast, ditch the mask, and I vamp the scene
As I reload my gat, I pop and hear them fuckin' sirens
No time to sleep, so I dip to the Bonneville
Right hand is my chrome steel, the other hand on a steerin' wheel
Scopin' out the scene as I'm peepin' through my rearview
Dealer thoughts of a murder, who's the next I have to do
To make my getaway and get the hell away?
Or will I run on a bullets and get blown clean away?
Doin' ninety in the thirty miles on, flat foot better, G
Clean, off the scene, pickin' on my next robbery

[Verse 2: Skanless K]
I got's my Glock, and I'm headed for a [?]

[Verse 3: Bloody Bones]
A holy head full and bled, and the bloody fuckin' T-shirt
Send a nigga dead to the med, and this bitch into dirt, hurt
Take a bitch cop to the wall, like a motherfuckin' poster
And kill him dead before he pull his gat up out his holster
A ruthless-ass hustler, straight outta the fuckin' M-Town
And if we're on war and you see me, bitch, you better drawn down
'Cause if I get a ho on floor with Auto .44
Six shots comin' at your ass, to yo driver's side window