INFECTION

[Intro]
HXLX

[Verse 1]
Brainstormer laced loner with my days over
Death odor, organs in the bag like I'm a donor
Chem smoker, overdoser on a daily bring death closer
Mincing up whatever I have left of my heart since shit's over
Wait, can't do shit unless you're with your mans
Raid, you get trampled like travis scott fans
Fuck your feature, fuck your whole discography, and fuck your past
I don't even bother anymore, yo' music sounds like ass
Wanna get my Ks up, I need more bands
With a Mac-11, shooting my friends
Pussies get mad now, talkin' shit fast
No clue who they tryna be, but they got no chance
Swing fucking my fists, ah, break yo' front door
Bringing up the dogs now, off-leash, bulldog
Pull the fucking guns out, Glocky, C4
Where you gonna run now? Die here dumb whore

[Verse 2]
Put my fingers in your eyes, lil bitch, you get lobotomized
'Boutta take a piss on your body and call you baptized
Dump another faggot in the river, make a red tide
Never fucked with red carpets, bitch, I would rather stomp spines (Rip yo' limbs up)
Walk in a crowd with a hatchet if faggots talk shit, I'ma chop them to bits, uh
I got a brick in my backpack, I finesse the plug and I'm hittin' a lick, uh
Pissing all over these bitches, they know that I love it that shit is my kink, uh
Call me a farmer 'cause I got no dealer, lil bitch, I just grow my own weed, uh
Blood fists, big blades, break homes invade
Crack bones, we play, leave you decayed
Hung in broad day, watch that bitch sway
Never having convos with bitches 'cause I can't relate
Grab the Glock I lock it
Pull up to yo' addy, aiming to the head and pop it
I'ma cut a hole up in her throat and then I fuck it
I'm a terrorist, I walk with bombs up in my pocket
Stomp yo' face like shit is nothing
Bitch, I'm getting off-leash, uh, fuck his fucking bitch too
End up in the ER with his motherfucking wrist blue
Ignorance no bliss, hommie whats the issue
Get executed in your house no one will fucking miss you

[Outro]
Pop a perc, getting into work, I'ma shoot you first
Hand yo' purse, pockets full no fuss, pay me for a verse
Pop a perc, getting into work, I'ma shoot you first
Hand yo' purse, pockets full no fuss, pay me for a verse