Trigger Talk

[Intro] Ease off the trigger talk, you ain’t killing shit [Verse One] Bloodsport You wanna nigga play predator and hunt a nigga You gonna kill who, nigga? I will kill you Easy to be brave from a distance, pussy Rule number one better be busting your gun Call my name and I’mma stand still And wait for the aggressor, I’m better under pressure Approach the perimeter, you maggot dinner Yeah you fucking with the world’s top sinner, Bloodsport I broke every commandment except one I honoured my mother, protected her with a gun I plays no games, the Uzi is sprayed Your brains, just think of a head like a sprinkler You can threaten me and Reef if you want to Hunter becomes the hunted, the lions’ll hunt you You nigga talk trigger talk, shit ain’t real And you ain’t killing shit cause you don’t clap steel faggot [Hook] Trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk You ain’t killing shit Trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk You ain’t killing shit [Verse Two] Reef the Lost Cauze Yo kill the trigger talk and the gun jab Here’s a fun fact, if I see you you’d run laps Like a trackstar, peel off like Nascar Me and Bloodsport the hood version of Blackstar Break your arm, break it again before the cast’s off You’re some kind of genius, do you work for NASA? It’s not rocket science, I have the foulest tyrant Crying, screaming, please stop the violence Won’t win, me and Sport hunting you down like that bull in No Country For Old Men With that big thing stop talking shit man Get your shit maimed when I click bang Shit change in a split frame You go from cool to shit stains walking with canes It’s insane to keep on fronting like you busting You fucker, you ain’t hurting nothing [Hook] [Verse Three] Yo I see it in your eyes, you wouldn’t hurt a fly And if I heard any different then I heard a lie You ain’t a thug, you’re more like burger fries Mop up the floor flunky, I swear to God I hope you die I poke your eye with a blade that’s jagged Somebody better save this faggot cause I swear I’ll trash him Put him in gutters, it’s Guns and Butter Lost Cauze, Bloodsport, now you’re all gonna suffer Trust us, we leave you on crutches for that tough act Send shots your way, you won’t bust back (nah never) You’ll just duck that, run away, my homies be like fuck rap, fuck that Don’t think you should rap, you’re too fucking special Man somebody gonna test you, yeah somebody gonna check you Watch what you say homie, I will catch you And if not my nigga Sport won’t miss you [Hook]