Bloody Visuals

Imma take you in the mind of a twisted individual Whenever they would switch up he would start to get so pitiful Asking himself why the f*ck is everything political He's on a rampage on his way to be a criminal He'd get in this state of mind he felt like he's invincible Friends turned their back against him it was pretty typical Creep around the shadows until he was barley visible This is how it ends yellow tape and bloody visuals Never thought twice if he was dealt a bad hand He will stomp you out and then throw you in a van And crash it in a building while it's soaking in a gas can Then he burned you alive as he became a madman Back to where it started He was just a happy kid pursuing dreams good hearted He had a lot of pride but he'd not seem to guard it It felt real strange when his squad got all departed Is it something he should stress about or brush it off his shoulders? Maybe he will understand when he gets a bit older? All the fucking pressure starts to feel like it's a boulder It all starts to click and then his heart grew colder I promise I will not let the emotions interfere It might just be the motherfucking end of his career As he's sitting at the bar and then he slams another beer The crazy fuckin look in his eye showed no fear His homie looked at him and asked if he was doing okay He told him not to worry cause today will be his last day He walked right out the spot grabbed his keys right from the valet Hopped up in the Chevrolet knowing that todays the day He put his favourite song on and he drove up to the apartment He rolled up on the side street looking how it started But in the current moment it didn't really seem important Now he takes a deep breath as he's bouta show enforcement He opens up the trunk to grab his pistol and the mallet Sweet taste of revenge sitting well right on his pallet He's running up the stairs no elevator damn it Running to the door saying"f*ck your bouta have it" Door swings open pistol whipped right in the nose Now the victims dancing cause he shot it at his toes Adrenaline was pumping then everybody froze Then he looked down blood soaking all his clothes He could see the fear right in his eyes Realized the fact that he's probably gonna die Over what exactly? Did he really think it's wise He saw right through all that motherfuckers lies After he let the blood soak for a couple minutes He tied him up and tried to cover his wounds in the kitchen He emptied out his mag to see the stock of ammunition Then the squad rolls up to help him finish with the mission Helped to bag him up and drag him down the stairs of concrete And throw him in the trunk of a Sprinter before we got heat Tires burning on the pavement neighbors heard a loud screech Homie starting saying this is what you get for deceit They put the van in park and they reached the new location Just turned on the radio and heard some information Witness reported blood stains that was confirmation Then the cops ran the tapes to see the operation The squad started to panic Opened up the back and then said this is more than tragic Cracked his skull and half and closed the door it's automatic And drove the fucking car right into oncoming traffic Swerving round the vehicles he smashed it in a building Airbags flying out the smell of gasoline was spilling The sirens got louder and they saw attempted killing Cocked it back and shot it at the ground to start the thrilling He looked right in the cops eyes as the fire broke Smoke all in his face and he's trying not to choke He put his middle finger way up in the sky As the van exploded then and everybody died If he was going down you know he wouldn't go alone And All it really took was all the digits in his phone Vengeance was the only thing that he found on his own His mother tried to call and all you hearing was the tone