The Slaughter “Tab #5”

[Intro]
Last night I called my grandma, clutchin' on the Bible
Asked her what she doin', and she said "Prayin' for your rivals"
(Doses)

[Verse]
My Chemical Romance, gun on my waist
Me and my bitch grindin’ to slow jams
Tizzy lost in the days, dizzy
To keep score, he would slash tallies on his blicky
Soul lifter, block spinner
Until the bloody end, then I'm a plot twister
I'm the Acid God, unload
Barrel always smokin' like a fat cigar, dun' know
It’s just AK's, F&N's, 9 MM's
Options in the G-Wagon Mercedes Benz
Friend turn to foes and get bullet holes
Money, cash, ho's, you know how it goes
Bitin' niggas, must have lockjaw
That's my style, it's not yours
The bigger picture, sometimеs you niggas get cropped off
Used to bе on my dick, bitch, why you hopped off?
Bitch, why you hopped off?
What goes around comes around, so I bought a revolver
Rule number uno: always strapped in California
You brought two guns, for what? Can't kill me twice
My life like: sex, money, guns, and ice
Hennessy White, Messiah time, New York state of mind
Miami Vice, cocaina, and a nasal high, why?
Loadin' up this chopper
I got everything you need like witch doctors
The law of attraction, speak it, universe shall offer
I been prayin' for your downfall like brown leaves in autumn
Slaughter