Perfect Hit

Alright Lets makes this quick now I've been fighting for all of my life So take my advice It's not in me to stand down Vamp bitch surfacing from my dark grave Fangs round' your neck if you don't like how I behave I'm sweet but my bite stings like venom Been undead for years now it's time that I owned this whole thing Stalking Down the halls Nigga you so dumb You fucking ding-dong Fresh sounds when Grenade's on the beat Dropping bombs so loud these bitches ain't ever sleep Ha Dropping bombs so loud these bitches ain't ever sleep I watch as the rain turns to ashes You thought I was weak, but now you're frightened Hands up for the undead crowd You thought you killed us but we still scream loud Hands up for the undead crowd You thought you killed us but we stand up proud F*ck the people who insist they are superior F*ck the bitches and the Niggas who don't do shit I got talent, I got mojo, I got all of it Everything I need to go from undead to the perfect hit Now you know, that's my flow, that's the way I roll And the grave, that I left, looks empty and cold I got talent, I got mojo, I got all of it Everything I need to go from undead to the perfect hit