YOU WANT IT UNTIL YOU REALIZE WHAT IT IS (feat. YVNG $ICK & GUERRILLA KA$iNO)

I'm a fallen angel and that's till the day I die KA1TA's out there lurking best you run and hide I'm hanging round them killers from the lower 9 I'm boxing shipping pussies off mass genocide shit look like the holocaust Yeah my trigger finger itching pussyboy don't make me shoot it We stay more strapped up than Russia and Putin F.A.R. on top No time for disputing I'm still out here abusing Abusing all the drugs that I can get my hands on I done took a little break but I think it's about that time I showed you motherfuckers how we do it What do I have to do to keep my ass from losing Northside killer F.A.R. gorilla popped a perc and now I'm moving like a zombie off of thriller Yeah this semiautomatic flashing stupid motherfuckers thinking that we taking pictures Yeah you f*ck up and to me your dead I don't really like to make amends burning bibles seems to be the latest fucking trend Get them $ick! Triple 6 you clueless bitch Laced my blunt still faced that shit Sayin I ain't with the shit damn y'all must be smokin dick Empty out my fuckin clips Watchin as the blood drips Physco maniac can't help it but to fuckin kill this shit Finna turn they ass to slop Gon head grab the fuckin chop They done heard that YVNG $ICK slid the block with a Taurus and a Glock Damn pop me a pink pill pop me a blue pill I don't really give a f*ck I'm keeping it too real Acid tab up on my tongue I feel like fuckin Lou Will Cali kush clouds floating on a fuckin high hill Kings of the underground Don't you ever fucking doubt Motherfuckers know what we about Yeah they know what we about All up in my face But you got nothing prove Puffing up yo chest But you scared to make a move Skinny jeans Way below the belt I'll make you trip bruh Hatred for your motherfucking mom the way she raised you Talkin to yo homie now he scared I move like REACHER Beat him fucking senseless showing lessons like the teacher Praying for yo motherfucking life like you a preacher All up in my face But you got nothing prove Puffing up yo chest But you scared to make a move Skinny jeans Way below the belt I'll make you trip bruh Hatred for your motherfucking mom The way she raised you