I BURIED THE HATCHET

I pull out the ak
Bullets full of shame
My chest aching

Bitch you better start to pray

That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face

I pull out the ak
Bullets full of shame
My chest aching

Bitch you better start to pray

That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face

Can you see the pain is swelling
Behind my eyes they are so telling

I came here to apologize
But I can see through your lies
Your fake friendly disguise
Time for your two face demise

The threads of fate swung my way
It's time to empty my plate
I didn't wanna kill you but its too late

Aye

I pull out the ak
Bullets full of shame
My chest aching

Bitch you better start to pray

That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face

I pull out the ak
Bullets full of shame
My chest aching

Bitch you better start to pray

That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face

Can you see the pain is swelling
Behind my eyes they are so telling

I got 19s on the whip
I keep my pain on my hip
Tell me can you taste my kids
Cuz I just skull fucked yo bitch

I'd rather be buried than married
Bitchs be scary I'm weary
I see you clearly I'm fairly

Sure
That I'm barely
Yours
I just locked the
Door
To my mother fucking
Heart

Yea

Your blood taste like revenge
But I don't understand
I came to make amends
Now there's blood on my hands

Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands