SWEATSHOP SHOOTOUT

[Verse 1]
Had me under labor since I came through as a Taino
All these pigs think they control me like an 1800 Afro let me rest
Fuck a strike it's giving less
Like cartels I'll leave a mess
Grab a glocky and a vest
I'll shoot 'em for my best

[Chorus]
Just another day for a sweatshop shootout
Once I lay down every grave, I be making hella lootouts
Said he better count his days, he gon' meet up wit' his maker
Cut this bitch up with a hatchet, have his half like a centaur

[verse 2]
Drowning hateful bitches in a pit of sulfuric acid
Bitch I rule the proletariat I break up rich’s havocs
All these money hungry bitches should go carve a fucking lettuce
Bullets big enough to blow ya brain out for my violent fetish
Bitch I'm pumping shots at the parking lot you betta run
His head on my dot let that mother fucker know he done
Let his body rot put him in his coffin steal his green
I need some better guns I might grab a fucking RPG

[Chorus]
Just another day for a sweatshop shootout
Once I lay down every grave, I be making hella lootouts
Said he better count his days, he gon' meet up wit' his maker
Cut this bitch up with a hatchet, have his half like a centaur

[Outro]
Ugh, my fuckin voice hurts