SawedOff

Bang, motherfucker, with the chromed-out sawed-off

Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo

Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low

Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out

I think it's time that you meet your maker

We are too different, I'm real and you fake it

If I do want it, I see it, I take it

Every night thinkin' it's good, but she fakin'

Every day I will up it then vanish

I see the planet, I'm takin' advantage

Zoom out and find out that we are the cancer

Fuck all the banter, put up your hands and

Tell me that you do not quite understand it

Why am I like this? Why do I like this?

Bitch, you will listen' and bitch you will like it

King of the bats, sit back and I'll bite ya

I'm not the type to ride with my lights up

I like it darker than night when I light up

Creep from the D-19

Servin' and lookin', I'm 'bout to come find ya

Bang, motherfucker, with the chromed-out sawed-off

Bang, bang, gold ring and carats in my cargo

Brain-dead, blunts stickin', what's that? Walkin' down low

Boom, boom, leave a tone, calling and your phone's out