Death Threat
[Verse 1]
First off, this fucking failure's an abomination
Fucking faggot 'bout to die like a starving cancer patient
He's scared to take a dump, acting constipated
When he knows that he's under heavy surveillance
I'll unveil the story, you knocked up one shorty
After you drugged her, beat her up... with knuckles gory
Unfortunately picked the wrong woman to date-rape
You bitch-made, scumbag piece of shit fuck-faced...
Low life, hoe ass mentality symptoms
Broke fuck on welfare, living in sickness
His heart is defect, I'm 'bout to flatline you instant
And burn ya goddamn crib the day before Christmas
You on a thin line, cross paths with this shit?
People want you dead, but sympathize with your condition
However, I don't care 'bout ya pathetic wishes
So you can scream for mercy, but I ain't gone listen
Bitch please, the only bitch that I see is you
A woman beater probably a homosexual too
Fake ass killa, gone get shooked, muthafucka
Coward ass caterpillar lookin' muthafucka
I rhyme the truth, I can turn violent too
When I rise to the booth, spitting vile interludes
My advice to you, keep supplying the loot
Or Imma see you in person before you die in ya room
[Hook]
I will fuck ya life up
When I see you up in person Imma take ya life
Who's that? who you talkin' 'bout?
He's a fuckin' nobody, no one have heard about
(when I get you Imma...)
Click pow! click-click-click, pow!
Put the blicker to ya face, plus an officer down
Click pow! click-click-click, pow!
Put the blicker to ya face, plus an officer down
[Verse 2]
Believe the hype, your life is a fucking mistake
I will beat yo ass, yeah you fucking disgrace
This ain't no diss track, It's a damn death threat
Something to listen to when you on ya deathbed
You better now worry I got some ammo too
Reloaded in the booth, straight bussin' at you
This the truth, my pyroclastic flow gone mangle you
And strangle you... to ultimately damage you
Battle who? Fuck that I wish you knew
Grab a steak knife than rush in like it's part 2
My crew is back up, in case I start to act a fool
Thugcore, and I'm highly skilled too
You nothing in this game but a flammable contender
I put washed up musicians inside of a blender
Bitch-made suckers are easily dismembered
This the last verse, give you something to remember
[Hook]
I will, fuck ya life up
When I see you up in person Imma take ya life
Who's that? who you talkin' 'bout?
He's a fuckin' nobody, no one have heard about
(when I get you Imma...)
Click pow! click-click-click, pow!
Put the blicker to ya face, plus an officer down
Click pow! click-click-click, pow!
Put the blicker to ya face, plus an officer down
[Outro]
This song right here
Is dedicated to some deadbeat douchebag...
(you dead bitch!)
You probably never heard of this faggot anyways...
(Imma find you, muthafucka!)
And you probably never hear from this faggot again...
(It's on)
Whatever, fuck you!
I don't give a fuck about a life sentence you bitch
(It's on)
When I see you I will fucking murder you!
You wanna beat up ladies?
(You gone die bitch!)
You wanna violently shake your own damn kid!?
And you gone what?
Blame it on some fucking heart disease and shit?
The fuck is wrong with you!?
You don't know me, and I don't know you, but I will kill you
And I'll smack the shit out of your mother you fucking faggot!
Oh yeah, and tell that old hag of yours you need the biddy...
You fucking piece of fecal matter...
Go suck a dick you inbred garbage joke of a musician!
Fuck him, I ain't got more to say to you...
But I will find you... then, I'm tearin' ya ass up!