I'm uh
Villain with no comission
Understand I'm stabbing guts
But it ain't a mission
Self joy, dead bodies I stuffed with coke
Head and stomach covered in stitches
I'm itch'in for my face to be covered in some blood
Get them all
Eat them all
Cannibalistic, Given statistics
I'm so f*cking vicious
Called in a order cuz shits been suspicious
I'm hiding underneath the sheets
Under the bed of yo sisters
KDB has been my goal
For a hoe with no damn soul
All these punks keep on asking for permission
I already told you no, but you keep on acting up
So Put em up, theres no resisting
Bring out the uzi I start de-clipping
And im the snipping off these balls
From these punks, do you hear them ball
Oh my God so much blood
Massacre the f*cking scene
Like the bloody valentine that
Occured on two fourteen
Somewhere around the year in 1920
Where No f*cks were given
Dead bodies all over the scene
People go on with their day
If you aint snitching
You aint being f*cked with
The minute that you misbehave
We hanging you in public
Lynching bodies, you know that we love it
Slicing hands if you keep on robbin
This hood ain't to be f*cked with
Leave no tombstone for the fakes
F*ck a grave, burn corpses to leave no single trace
I'm Outlawed from my place
Population slow decay
Still haven't found the one to blame
He has no face
I run away
Cause I am to blame
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I'm uh
Villain with no comission
Understand I'm stabbing guts
But it ain't a mission
Self joy, dead bodies I stuffed with coke
Head and stomach covered in stitches
I'm itch'in for my face to be covered in some blood
Get them all
Eat them all
Cannibalistic, Given statistics
I'm so f*cking vicious
Called in a order cuz shits been suspicious
I'm hiding underneath the sheets
Under the bed of yo sisters
KDB has been my goal
For a hoe with no damn soul
All these punks keep on asking for permission
I already told you no, but you keep on acting up
So Put em up, theres no resisting
Bring out the uzi I start de-clipping
And im the snipping off these balls
From these punks, do you hear them ball
Oh my God so much blood
Massacre the f*cking scene
Like the bloody valentine that
Occured on two fourteen
Somewhere around the year in 1920
Where No f*cks were given
Dead bodies all over the scene
People go on with their day
If you aint snitching
You aint being f*cked with
The minute that you misbehave
We hanging you in public
Lynching bodies, you know that we love it
Slicing hands if you keep on robbin
This hood ain't to be f*cked with
Leave no tombstone for the fakes
F*ck a grave, burn corpses to leave no single trace
I'm Outlawed from my place
Population slow decay
Still haven't found the one to blame
He has no face
I run away
Cause I am to blame
Villain with no comission
Understand I'm stabbing guts
But it ain't a mission
Self joy, dead bodies I stuffed with coke
Head and stomach covered in stitches
I'm itch'in for my face to be covered in some blood
Get them all
Eat them all
Cannibalistic, Given statistics
I'm so f*cking vicious
Called in a order cuz shits been suspicious
I'm hiding underneath the sheets
Under the bed of yo sisters
KDB has been my goal
For a hoe with no damn soul
All these punks keep on asking for permission
I already told you no, but you keep on acting up
So Put em up, theres no resisting
Bring out the uzi I start de-clipping
And im the snipping off these balls
From these punks, do you hear them ball
Oh my God so much blood
Massacre the f*cking scene
Like the bloody valentine that
Occured on two fourteen
Somewhere around the year in 1920
Where No f*cks were given
Dead bodies all over the scene
People go on with their day
If you aint snitching
You aint being f*cked with
The minute that you misbehave
We hanging you in public
Lynching bodies, you know that we love it
Slicing hands if you keep on robbin
This hood ain't to be f*cked with
Leave no tombstone for the fakes
F*ck a grave, burn corpses to leave no single trace
I'm Outlawed from my place
Population slow decay
Still haven't found the one to blame
He has no face
I run away
Cause I am to blame
Writer: Cosme Montoya
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