Eyez T

You gonna do it like that, ima do it like this One shot, one kill, these bullets don't miss You gonna do it like that, ima do it like this One shot, one kill, these bullets don't miss You gonna do it like that, ima do it like this One shot, one kill, these bullets don't miss Pistol for a misdemeanor Isn't that about a bitch Pistol for a misdemeanor Isn't that about a bitch I'm too tired and too sick I might pop out with that stick Change my mind and put that hoe down I feel like Ice cube in this bitch You ain't got mind control over shit Before you met me you ain't never seen a brick Change my mind like, gimme that back Might take your life up in this bitch I feel like I feel like Ice Cube in this hoe I might go Ice T in this bitch Got a couple extra magazines in this hoe I got them cop killers in my clip Bitch I been too tired and too sick Like f*ck that shit Bitch, you want me to be a motherfucking Cop killer, cop killer Cop killer, cop Kill a cop, kill a cop Cop killer, cop Kill a cop, kill a cop Jumping through demensions, split an atom with a verse Biting through an Apple, Eve will prolly get it worse Bitch I fight a battle from a different universe And I was sent to kill ur dad and make ur mama wanna twerk Lookin like I took a couple bodies out the dirt Bitch if I don't got it, bet I'll probably make it work I'm the crypt keeper, grim reaper Make em disperse You better give me 50 feet bitch Or somebody getting hurt I been seeing shit that they don't put on the internet It's enough to make me wanna write a book on the internet Dirty dollars in every cranny and nook on the internet I don't even wanna motherfucking look on the internet Listen, this the type of shit that make you oil up your weapon Kiss your mama, buy a vest and go say sorry to the reverend Hope to God that there's a heaven Buy a box of extra shells and tell somebody Let's catch a body, somebody's gotta get it I'm not a Boogie Boy, I'm in a hoodie boy Ain't no Antifa, Not a registered voter I got a list of misdemeanors Not a violent offender and I don't got no felonies But I'm from Texas I got registered weapons Got some heaters Ain't no steel toes Only dirty Jordan's and Adidas Ima run up and delete 'em Motherfuck 'em, I don't need 'em Feed 'em shit in a sandwich And put they neck under my knee Isn't this how America's takin care of they own people God fucking dammit