Come and Get It (Losing Sanity)

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat] Demons in my closet, I once almost killed a man Praying to the Lord that I never go that path again These niggas keep pushing, then the trigger'll keep pulling Until the dead rising, are left for dead (Bitch!) Son of Sam Revive through my gift of God, then mow them niggas down again I ain't gotta sell coke to know my shit supremo, fam! What I do? Hella illegal, murdering all the people Through lyrics, don't need bullets to make you niggas seethrough! He knew, now he dead. And she knew, she give head And THEY knew, what Speed said when I said bitch I got 'em The papers don't understand, and the bloggers don't comprehend Here's something you fucks'll get, just unhinged again! (Ha Ha) Chainsaw Charlie, but for real with the knife tricks Pray for mankind, 'bout to throw these niggas off the effin' bridge Or maybe throw them off the roof. Man I know I'm uncouth If you want to correct me for my grammar? Bama, fuck you too [Hook: Speed on the Beat] This that I don't give a fuck shit, That "what you niggas want?" shit That niggas out of luck shit, Surf's up come and get it Hammer ammo blammer shit, Banging on yo' handle shit I can't stop shit, So niggas come and get it (x2) [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] Demons in my closet, I used to rob niggas We were homeless, ma ain't know, that I Steve Jobbed niggas That's how I almost came up having to kill that nigga It was him or me, and he was too slow on the mu'fuckin' trigger I could've just let it go after one, but I had to go And...let that shit go, nigga let that shit go! I could've let him go after the first fucking blow But I put the blade in slow, and again I started yo Red on my face, red in my eyes Blood on the leaves, and I ain't cry. They ask me why... ...the fuck are you so damn angry and anxious all the time? Run this shit back, and now you know the reason why Used to fear death, but now I fuck the bitch But I still don't WANT to die, so I went and flipped the script Elevated to new ground, but if you want to go and tempt me I'll squeeze til it's empty in your belly! I ain't invincible, but I feel like it when I do this shit I lost it all and gained it back, ain't that 'merica, bitch? You Lil' Duval niggas better back up before I let it rip Tired of all these midgets trying to hop up on my fucking dick Put out classic shit, that no-fi shit, that #S4817 When I die I know they'll remember me... But until then, I gotta keep killing y'all niggas Fuck this shit, I'm ready to get rid of all you niggas (bye) [Hook] [Verse Three: Dugee F. Buller] G in the building, drinking all types of medicine Cause you thought you were better than? Big Buller, Big Body Baby, runnin' through your lobby, sipping sake Serenade the E-pill for cocaine dreams Turned three hundred to a dollar and a dream For the CREAM, everything moves around me for cha-ching And the name? It rings bells like LL with a scheme We gon' shine. You a peasant, it's a'ight. It's your life Kind of crazy how these niggas never seen prescriptions Screamin' that they terrorists off on a mission They lying over cheaters, trying to defeat overachievers With garbage reefer, and wash the box They need to stop, they need to stop! That ain't fresher to persistence when your intuition's kicking Rage, hellfire, brimstone, tombstone No pepperone, no chaperone, your home is blown and rubble Rumble in the Jungle for the mighty...hunger