PANIC

[Verse 1: DEATHSLEFTHAND]
Bitch, I'm the death's left hand, bullets straigth to your head
Motherfucker come and get your pack of caps to your neck, you are next
Pussy I am strapped, breathing in your neck
You know you are next, stab the dagger in the flesh
Yuh, I'm the Chainsaw Man cause I slaughter your gang
Seh die 110 und renn, crash the beamer cause I ran
From the cops with 110 now they are looking for ben
Kann seit tagen nicht pennen, bitch I am on the run again
2 meter tall malе, better not stand in my way
Yeah, you bеtter run away, AR-15 got no sway
Shooting bullets, let it spray, no I'm not okay
Pull with the AK, G3 got my back aye, yuh

[Verse 2: G3]
G3 mercenary, got APACHE on my left
Ready to step your face, Molotov into your place
I don't care about your fam, I don't care about your life
Stack the body bags on the bag of the E36, gang shit
Bang shit, Glock to your head
Watch your brain split, brain split
G3, devil's arm on the dark chair, motherfucker got the murder stair
M4 with the forgrip, bitch you are so dead
Take your crap, bullets travell through the man
Opps on the ground, burn the corpses on the pyre
Revolution open the goddamn fucking fire
Gunshots in the air, motherfucker die, yea