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Graphic Violence Lyrics

[Esoteric]
I take it to the streets carjack 5-0
Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know
Up front that in my trunk I got this big a** bag
When opened up it resembles a weapons show
Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death
The pistol on me that I rock it ain?t by Mitchell and Ness
I be medicinal tests cuz I?m sick in the brain
Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin? this pain
I?m thinkin? names on the reg like a break for the third leg
Weeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds egg
I got the knife now limbs I?m hackin? off
Plus I fire techs like layers do Mackintosh
Slackin? off ain?t allowed when you?re on a mission
To annihilate entire nightclub crowds
Emptyin? every clip, I?m fightin? all types of s***
I?ve been hit, I really like this s***
Some m****f****s should be payin? me to write their s***
Whilin? out bangin? out Bicardi b***s and s***
I won?t settle, I deserve a medal
Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level

[Cop Talking Over Radio]
Units in area come in, code 11?352
Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity
On route to reported drug transaction
Investigate immediately

[Esoteric]
I load up the glock I line cats in chalk
Lotta pigs pullin? triggers to blaze ya whole block
Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death
Don?t, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh
My retinas steam but it?s wrapped in violence
When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants
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Lock and load f*** buryin? heaters
I?m ruthless like a mother tryin? to bury a fetus
I?ll wet you up like you stuck in the rain
Hit you in the jugular vain I?m pluggin? ya brain

[Guy Talking]
Ya punk a** wanna try somethin? with me?

[Esoteric]
Yeah what?s that f*** that
m****f****s bustin? at me I bust back
Sword blaze my forte you can?t floor Shay
My style is negative like the image I portray
Change descriptions, let my beard grow
I?m weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe
Tryin? to make it to the next bar without crackin? a whip
5-0s start crackin? the whip
Do a search find crack in the whip
Grab a jacket and split [cop yells ?hold it right there?]
I?ll be back in a bit now I?m packin? a clip
[Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells]
?I ain?t goin? nowhere, take that take that
You ain?t killin? me you ain?t takin? me alive
I ain?t goin out like that?

[Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)]
Yo, take that s*** the f*** up outta there
What I tell you bout makin? all that (no)
Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya a** to bed god dammit (no no)
No more XBOX for you for a week (no)
I?m sick a this, matter fact f*** that (takes off his belt)
C?mon boy, I?m bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt)
m****f****, take that m****f**** (Esoteric cries)
Aw hell boy, stop that cryin?
I didn?t raise me no little bytch!
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