Walking doom

[Chorus]
Put some paper in my pocket, stack it up, I need a check
I'm finna flip it, fuck it up, I wanna hit sumn with a Tec
I wanna rip it, run amok, them double digits turn to stacks
I'm screamin' "Kill 'em, hush 'em up!", I need some crystals on my neck
You wanna do it? Put a body in the air with my fist like
Doom in the party, turn a marriage to a fist fight
Whacked, what a god, wanna murder when the mood right
Hunt in the day, eat his body in the moonlight
So I go and put the pieces on him
These motherfuckers wanna feature from him
I had enough, he actin' tough, I'm finna reach for somethin
Leave with somethin', I pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin'
I hit his brain, choppa sang like it's Aretha Something
Too rude, I'm comin through with the new tool
And I'm too smooth, when thumpin it, it go pew-pew
Got a loose screw, you dumb and I wanna shoot you
With that deuce deuce, put hole in him like a Froot Loop

[Bridge]
Why you lame? What you gain? Why you hate a nigga?
My doggy maim, gold fangs, how he ate a nigga
We droppin brains, ya whole gang gon evade a nigga
Peter Piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a nigga

[Interlude]
This battery-powered machine gun with moving ammo belt shoots rapid-fire bullets!
All the equipment you need for fun and excitement in the Gung-ho!

[Chorus]
So I go and put the pieces on him
These motherfuckers wanna feature from him
I had enough, he actin' tough, I'm finna reach for somethin
Leave with somethin', I pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin'
I hit his brain, choppa sang like it's Aretha Something
Too rude (Put some paper in my pocket)
I'm comin through with the new tool (Stack it up, i need a check)
And i'm too smooth (I'm finna flip it, fuck it up)
When thumpin it, it go pew pew (I wanna hit somethin with a Tec)
Got a loose screw (I wanna rip it, run amok)
You dumb and I wanna shoot you (Them double digits turn to stacks)
With that deuce deuce (I'm screamin "Kill em, hush em up!")
Put hole in him like a Froot Loop (I need some crystals on my neck)
Put a body in the air with my fist like
Doom in the party, turn a marriage to a fist fight
Whacked, what a god, wanna murder when the mood right
Hunt in the day, eat his body in the moonlight
Put a body in the air with my fist like
Doom in the party, turn a marriage to a fist fight
Whacked, what a god, wanna murder when the mood right
Hunt in the day, eat his body in the moonlight