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(aahh!) [Verse1: Hodgy Beats] Got my gun nigga' Got-Got my gun nigga' I got my gun nigga' I said I got my gun! (Nigga!) So you talkin' bout assault and battery? I'll stretch your chest cavity gradually When I hit a nigga' with a hem-rock, in my moment of clarity Death apparently, is my salvation, now bury me Riots and violence, niggas bloody servile it Violin playin' sims, while I'm in the act of being violent Pimps know, bitches hoes They call me silence cause all you hear is.. (Aaaaaahhhh!) Get on the fuckin' floor give me my money bitch! Or this bullet through your head is what your gonna see next I was neglected as a child, I spazz out and reflect And think to myself, (fuck) Fuck it, grab the ol' ratchet, out the whole bucket (Yeah!) Time for target practice in public The humans I shoot in the head I stuff them, Muffets fuckin' puppets Then move to the next victim on some flux shit [Hook] It's playful on the playground..(seesaw) It's playful, but I don't play round' (ugh) You niggas gon' die, any day now (ugh) I'm speakin' out my gold grill, and I got my chrome steel (Brraa!) Finna' bust a nigga' in the head any day now (day now) Playin' round' on the play ground (haha)(Yea!) On the playground, niggas die any day now (Wolf Gang!) [Hook x 2] Kill them, them all Watch them, them fall Make sure, no cops are called Kill them, them all When I say "Kill them all", do it like there's a drill involved Defeat em' n' beat em', pop em' and leave em' Conceal a god damn weapon for a motha' fuckin' reason Have a homicidal mental until your enemy's bleeding, weeping I'm rooting for looters who's heavy shooters (yea!) Loadin' niggas alone nigga' cause lord nigga' sit in the booster Cock back the rooster and cocka' doodle doo ya' I got hot holes for hot heads, medulla oblongata The problem solved with salsa You need a hit man, cause I'm the one rasta Breakin' down ya' backdoor, waking ya' mom and papa I'm hungry, whats for dinner? Bitch nigga' and lobster? I don't fuck around nah, I don't fuck around Throwin' NFL bullets, Ochocinco touch it down Truth or dare bitch, I blast liars (ugh) And cast fires Leaving skinny niggas, flatter than fat tires [Hook x 2] [Hook] [Hook x 2] Fuck The Police