.38 Revolver

[Verse 1: Slaine] Dudes are full of jealousy, they bitches and liars Pussy and cocaine are kings so the biscuits are fired Won't stop me from fuckin' or gettin snipped till' I'm wired I'm just sayin' how I feel cause this shit's got me tired I'm exhausted, by my street hustle, but it caused it Death echo around in my town, it had me nauseous And I ain't talkin' bout' the film that you see me in I'm talkin' bout the snakes tryin' to kill him in the green BM My guns are loaded, my mind is out of my head My sons my motive my grind is hide till' I'm dead My nines exploded, my enemies started a ble-?? Fishes will bleed, once the missions with me(?) I'll put a body on it, wipe it, give you pistols for free You's a small timer, ain't no one as vicious as me I'm the dark angel scriptures that religits can read This is real, think its hard to believe? THE FUCK OUTA HERE! [Hook x2: Big Left] God is great, guard your space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace [Verse 2: Ill Bill] [???????????????] Like rockin' a rollie and polo Competition screams uncle like Napoleon Solo You think education is expensive? try ignorance instead Try a pistol to your head, now you're bringing in the bread Seal with the fists Half a dozen gunmen, hate amongst brothers Once powerful empires crumble up into nothing Everything is started as a thought So-called reality is a matrix that's transmitted by brain regions Across optical and neurological modules Throw cars with our minds like Chronicle, nothings impossible I could beat you with the barrels, then heat you with the hollows Be in Giza with the pharaohs, and then have pizza at the [?] Brought the devil to your house, say hi to Satan Then put the metal in your mouth like Iron Maiden I'm a cross between Mike Tyson and a ice titan White lightning, beats and thundering lyrics are quite frightening [Hook x2: Big Left] God is great, guard your space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace [Verse 3: Big Left] Necronomicom-bat I'll leave it at that Leavin' the game, hallucinations only even the plain Look, I'm keepin' it cane, I mean coke Replacing the pope, keep the long arm in the coat You want the serial killer shit? Late night, break in the house Throw the dog a steak, and fuck your wife on the couch I'm wiping em' out, murder fuckin' kids in their bed Ted Bundy cause I'm takin' the head Lefts not back, I'm a thought, a dream, a concept Ready for combat, go ahead and pull the trigger You want that, welcome to the grid of reverse reality Im'a use a program mentality, salary John 3:16, I'm seeing the gleam, see in your eyes Seeing you believing the lies Motherfuckers are never nice guys, remember that All your faggots talk shit from the back, come on man [Hook x2: Big Left] God is great, guard your space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace