Pulp Fiction

[Verse 1: Doc Gruesome]
Big Bad Doc, look out, I got the hammer on me (Boom!)
Pull the trigger 'til it pop and got your family on me (Ooh!)
Who the fuck you talkin' to and think that you dissin'?
I put a hole up in your back and leave some vertebrae missin'
And I never been envious over the next man's plot (Next man's plot)
There ain't no evidence so your best man's rot (Best man's rot)
Ain't nobody wanna test it, put 'em in a body bag and watch it fester
Nitebreed be the family, we leaving necks severed (Ugh)
Bitch I'm back up in this motherfucker like a spinal tap (Like a spinal tap)
I stomp on victims' vertebraes until they spinal snap (until they spinal snap)
I'm posted on your block and moving weight with a strap
You steady fucking on the bitches, gaining weight with the clap (Ah ooh!)
Straight facts, I'll peel your motherfucking face back
No cap (Bitch!), I'm doing good, you bitches hate that
Face facts (yuh), I'm favorite on your playlist 'cause I'm whack
Or are you hating on the kid because I started with a pack and now I'm

[Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
Steady moving to the top with tunnel vision (Tunnel vision)
You ain't fucking with us, see you straight bitches (You straight bitches)
Drop the top on the Chevelle for my chick and
Keep a pistol in the side of my suit like it's Pulp Fiction (It's Pulp Fiction)
Steady moving to the top with tunnel vision (Tunnel vision)
You ain't fucking with us, see you straight bitches (You straight bitches)
Drop the top on the Chevelle for my chick and
Keep a pistol in the side of my suit like it's Pulp Fiction (It's Pulp Fiction)

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
Whatever vibe they on, they better get up off it
If it's involving thinking they're getting viewed more than a target (Agh!)
Their shit is novice, well, my shit is flawless
And that isn't cockiness, that's me stating the obvious, all these pricks are garbage (Agh!)
Y'all don't really want it unless you're suicidal
And want tubes up in your chest with medics fighting to revive you (Agh!)
Fuck religion, I don't use The Bible (Agh!)
But if you fuck with The God, son, then the hammer will crucify you
LSP rag wrapped around the handle when I squeeze
You an animal, my niggas handle animals like fleas (Agh!)
Half of you are weak, a waste of investors
And I don't gotta battle your squads to get your crew dismembered
Other words, I'll leave you chopped up (Agh!)
This ain't the cartoon but if you have a big mouth, this creepy beast'll pop up (Agh!)
Smothering my sauce on the creepiest imposters (Agh!)
It's Illtrix, Nitebreed, believe that we are monsters (What!)

[Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
Steady moving to the top with tunnel vision (Tunnel vision)
You ain't fucking with us, see you straight bitches (You straight bitches)
Drop the top on the Chevelle for my chick and
Keep a pistol in the side of my suit like it's Pulp Fiction (It's Pulp Fiction)
Steady moving to the top with tunnel vision (Tunnel vision)
You ain't fucking with us, see you straight bitches (You straight bitches)
Drop the top on the Chevelle for my chick and
Keep a pistol in the side of my suit like it's Pulp Fiction (It's Pulp Fiction)