Lyrics:

CHOPPER: One shot to my head. One shot to Renée's. Are you ready, Renée?
RENÉE: I dont think I want to play
CHOPPER: Are you ready? You dont wanna play. Bad luck


We never came to wreck everything that you were living for
(It just happened thats it)
You havent heard of us Ive been a murderer this is a
(Classic action acting)
Like Ive been up on a pedestal, you are the metaphor
(Ive been writing slowly)
We are the virus, you dont have the antidote anymore
(Kill you softly only)
Cutting the ties with the tied of me
Try to rewire me via my tiring
Like a Leviathan, Im here to fire them
Liar were higher than hippies retiring
Never aspiring, finna rub the chalk off the black board
Please dont tell me what I can afford
Never birthright, gorrilla-oh wah-war lords
Liquid sword swing a corner like a 4 door
Generation fed by Ritalin, we dont want any more
(It's been getting lonely)
Best bring an umbrella for your girl when I walk in through the door
(Bleeding from the copping)
Said I wont pop, wont pop til you fall
See your girl drop, she drop to these balls
My outlook on life, see they call true depression
But had you all guessing from how Ive been stepping

I dont wanna be&. anything less than a symbol
But still I wanna kill it, wanna be there to the end 'til
Mans respects, mans will get merked in a sec-end
Ink up on my neck it's triple one to the death end
Say I got a gun for a tongue, motherfucker Im a weapon
They dont even know me, they dont even question


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I move slow
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Bitch it's eyes low, running empty
My pockets locked from shady hands just tryna roll a 20
You think it's hot, but only know the face dont know the message
Spend a month inside my head youd probably fucking end it
(Sour you dont know me better)
Every little body I done, got the best of
Ima go and lick on the sun with the rest of
Sip up on a bottle of rum get the test off
Liquid in the pit of my lung thats arrest of
Cardiac but back snapped
Cover my trace Im eyes closed
With eight crystal bottles, a case and hydro
Piston pump in line smoke
Got my wrist in chains but Im broke
Risk for change that I know
Got a blistering game of hot flow
Never miss the shot when I go
Get twisted up by god knows
If you see me in the thick of the cut then gung ho

Everyone is thrown back its a fact that Im a tall man
Centerfold snap in my lap like contortion
Ripple like the nipple of nuns all aboard
Triple C LXV, Double X IV Foursome


Break from the core, never ready for the war man
Coursing the halls with calls of mid morning
Crash tackle the mill; drop bombs with no warning
I came to kill, you sleep in beds dormant


Crave thats on me
Face I only
Smoke gone take me
Know my making


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