How To Not Kill Yourself, Pt. 1

[Intro: Kashimotu]
DXRTY MERV
Ayy

[Verse 1: Kashimotu]
Shoot the pole like [?], no visual
[?] Sony Digital
5.56's turn him ghost, he invisible
Should've known that y'all comin' for [?]
[?], I'm always on my pivot
Number thirty, I hang from a distance
[?] 'cause I always stay hidden
Yo' homie underneath, you get visit
I can't fuck with you niggas, you ain't got no morals
These niggas talkin' 'bout some combat, I'ma show you, mortal
Like Rick and Morty with this gun but this gun ain't for portals
These niggas talkin' like they hard but they gon' fold like foil

[Verse 2: LXXIV]
Yo', why they talk like they the illest?
They get stretched like gymnast
We outta jail same night 'cause they can't find a fuckin' witness
Find me a way out of the city
What is a life full of pity?
Simply hit 'em with a gritty, fifty
Then I'm dippin' quick, I'm never guilty
I only shoot 'til it's empty

[Verse 3: Kashimotu]
Talkin' shit, I'm finna get you hit and now I'm draggin' bodies out my [?]
Put that nigga on a tee, he a logo and then his [?]
AR-15 got some kick to this shit like it's judo
Sippin' my dojo, you get dono
LX split him like an atom with the .22
He gon' shoot, I ain't talkin' No Jumper

[Verse 4: T.R.3]
And this gun break a [?]
Bullets, we addin' up, don't think he had enough
Had to reload 'cause the clip doesn't hold enough
He better hide if he facin' us
We gon' fuck up his face for the fuck of it
Put that boy on his knees like he Kaepernick
They gon' call me a God, the [?] alchemist
And we know he a bitch, how he hold the blick

[Verse 5: LXXIV]
I emerge from the surface, my gun equipped
And a God that you wish that would not exist
Put a curve on the clip, fuck the populous
I will body anyone out of consciousness
LX slick with them disses and raps
I'ma dig up yo' past, bring it down, homies with you
Ain't choppin' no drama, I'm lovin' the issue
Gon' bring me my strap, we gon' bring him a tissue

[Verse 6: Kashimotu, T.R.3 & LXXIV]
[?] if yo' homie with you
He finna get hit through his [?] won't miss you
Red dot turn him [?]
Can't be in no [?], I ain't talkin' bicycle
That nigga caught three to his temple
Have his brain open, pinata
Hide the body where they cannot find ya'
Have a nigga posted [?]