Massacre*

[Verse 1: Z of Firing Squad]
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[Verse 2: Momentim]
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[Verse 3: IAMCHRISCRAIG]
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[Verse 4: Coutz]
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[Verse 5: LEECH]
The subliminal black thought
Criminal moving in at a minimal past y’all
You play with my money, I put your face in the asphalt
When I cue pawns, they taking ya half-off
Broke in the game and I stole the keys to Padlock
Whipping in the kitchen, let it boil the keg hot
The chicken getting skinned, I let it cook in a red broth
I don’t like no-body but she like giving head-shots
I rock it acapella, with a beat, it don’t matter
I put your head on a platter and then I eat it with bath salts
Kicking a rhythm and then I’m hacking the system
My shit is so true religion, I got em thinking I’m rap's god
Fee-fi-fo, for a fee - I put five to ya foes
Roast niggas and I watch you die slow
This a story untold, take a seat and watch the story unfold
Open wide, close your eyes for the pole
It’s L double E with Z, packed macs in the brief
For the spree, leave the whole world deceased
Brains on the walls while the blood on the street
Eyes in they hands while they guts in the seat
I payed my dues and it ain’t come cheap
I done lost so much but I’m on two feet
Y’all blind to the truth so I made y’all see
How a boy from the dirt always come so clean?
My hearts been corrupted, I have no intentions of letting you live - so accept that you die
Z told me only put one to his head, but I overkill niggas so I'ma put five
Bury the body inside of the earth
Tryna come ride my wave but you niggas can’t surf
You invading my space, get the fuck off my turf
I am not from this planet but this what they birthed