Golden Calf
Bullets knocking niggas down as if
They were heat seeking
Scalping me more damn fools
Than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
Walking over dead bodies laying
In the pasture
Bullets knocking niggas down as if
They were heat seeking
Scalping me more damn fools
Than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
Walking over dead bodies laying
In the pasture
My money always gone
Prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm
Slide 'em down my throat
And swallow without water dead by dawn
I told y'all all these dark rooms in
An empty house ain't nothin' fun
Drugs ain't for turnin' up, I take 'em
Now I'm turnin' numb
All these hoes tryna make me cum
But I'm too fucked up, she left
So now I'm rollin' blunts out
Of the book of Psalms
Fucking rap game Ghengis Khan
Bodies piled up on the lawn
Checkmate on all these fucking pawns
The devil got my picture drawn
The devil got my picture drawn
Bullets knocking niggas down as if
They were heat seeking
Scalping me more damn fools
Than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
Walking over dead bodies laying
In the pasture
Weaponry master, $carecrow in the pasture
Burn the church, and flip the cross
Then blast the fucking pastor
Bitch, I be that bastard these
Other rappers scared of jump a motherfucker
I ain't tryna have no fair one
Lurkin' at the bottom
'cause my problems keep on addin' up
Got a couple stalkers
All because the $carecrow fucked 'em once
Creepin' with Ruby, he turns into Uzi
'Cause motherfuckers keep on tryna get buck
One shot to the head, told Uzi he dead
Leave 'em to rot, never cover them up
Bullets knocking niggas down as if
They were heat seeking
Scalping me more damn fools
Than a lunatic mohican
Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
Walking over dead bodies laying
In the pasture
Little bitch don't trip I'm the shit
Flip the zip, make some chip
Really quick fast money yeah I love it
Eddy Baker stay thuggin
Smoking out in public
Dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man
Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man
Don't worry bout where I'm at
Bitch I'm not your husband
An eighth in my blunt and
That drink got me buzzing
That pussy nigga think that he want problems
But he doesn't really?
Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master
Walking over dead bodies laying
In the pasture
Prescription drugs
Misusing the dusty hoes abusing 'em
I'm poppin' percs and sippin' lean
Just feeding demons inside me
30 shot, these Glocks gon' pop
You say you ballin' well you're not
Made a fortune whippin' pots
Re-up on Carol City cups
Count it, I count it then round it
I'm fuckin' media thuggin'
That thumper gon' knock ya off
Flick out my dick then I go
And I dump in her
I love the bitch now I decided to buckle-up
How y'all saying y'all the shit?
Your numbers ain't lookin' too lit
Fucked you up, gon' stomp you out in
10-thousand dollar outfit's