I.E.D 2.0

[Intro]
In the dirt, incinerate
All the fakes imitate

[Verse]
I'm boutta fuckin explode, grab a mag and reload
Comin hot, boutta drop from a muthafuckin drone
One call from a phone, lock em down in tha zone
Red wire, blue wire, turn to a headstone
Goin out like you know, it's dat DOOMSHOP flow
Go and hit tha fuckin door, now tha spot botta blow
Make a call, gotta chill on tha mothafuckin low
10 toes, neva fold, make it rain, make it snow
Gang sold, neva told, got ma head feelin bold
Witta .9 milimeter, wit this shit neva cold
Backday, catch a soul, will quick scope a foe
Buring fire in a hole, 30 seconds gotta go
Felt tha pain long ago, best believe I pack a punch
Ain't no just fo fuckin show, like the flow I go berserk
Been cursed since tha birth
Lay 'em deep inside tha dirt
Put em on a fuckin shirt, SIXSET, don't get murked

[Outro]
In the dirt, incinerate
All the fakes imitate