I'M GETTING

Er'body wanna hit a lick Er'ybody wanna whip a whip Actin' like a little tick Like its Armageddon (Yeah I'm getting locked) I'm getting Faded as F*ck Don't count favors, count your brethren Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson Count your Blessings Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper This I'm getting outta here Gerrup outta that shit Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit All I'm hearing is this and that and this You never held a brick, No you never held a gun, Yo Stop acting like a bitch Saw you sitting in the front seat of a Mondeo Selling rats yayo No time for sneachta Wipe the nose bump fists, K drip I'm so sick ask your doctor I don't need a weapon, all my mates are weapons Got green and blues if i had to choose Galil with suppressor is my preference Hit a bulls eye every time like my first time No scope, iron sight what a legend Single fire, switch automatic, clip gone in two seconds I'm not fucking messing No Cap No empty promises Like the empty shells I left behind I'm not a Fucking rat Er'body wanna hit a lick Er'body wanna whip a whip Actin' like a little tick That session gaff was a trap House Don't count favours, count your brethren Shoot your shot, Smith and Wesson Count your Blessings Back to the Bunker doomsday prepper This I'm getting outta here Gerrup outta that shit Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit All I'm hearing is this and that and this I've been going crazy No train of though lost that, lost track In fact, I've got loco-motives I do what I want, I do shit for the Craic Been derailing but I've still got my smile and my thumbs What I've become suck But I'm still getting by 'cause of dumb luck And I still leave 'em speechless, Dumb fucks Let me tell you 'bout me I'm a mess but a monster Like Ness but a demon we are legion We the reason GOD said f*ck that And kicked us out of Eden See some people kill it We take it out back, grab the throat and we slit it Write it down, chew it up, hock it out, something foul Spittin' some sick shit Laying it down car after car, hearse after hearse Laying it down bar after bar, verse after verse Fourth dimension we run that shit We are infinite Laying down, 'til you get it Don't count favours Count your brethren Shoot your shot Smith and Wesson Count your Blessings Back to the Bunker Doomsday prepper This I'm getting outta here Gerrup outta that shit Lil bitch why can't you keep it lit All I'm hearing is This and that and this