Expressions of revenge.
Duck down in the seat, heat, placed on my chest,
Turn the lights off nigga, flak jackets and vests,
Fours pointed at the door, and then they fall to the floor,
Took my nigga and my boo, I'm gon' take much more,
Never claimed to be hardcore, now we 'bout to see some hard gore,
When the bodies collapse, I'm screamin' take me lord,
Took shit hard, and my reward is found in, the astoundin',
Amounts -n- the death toll rises,
Suprise, is, the bustin' through via your door,
Reacted without actions, didn't think this far,
And what I got in store, is C4, incinerate,
Desicraten' your grave, even as I raise the stakes,
I'm gon' take your estate, with enate type violence,
You all wild with a kid, I'm showin' you what wild is,
My style is sadistic,
See this bullet, now you kissed it!
(Fake assed motha' fuckin' punk assed nigga', yo' this is what hard is.)
You was ready to hate, now I'm taken' your plate,
Real dogz, stay hungry, and I already ate,
Raise the stakes once again, now I'm killin' your kin,
I'm startin' at the heart, rippin', your left ventricle,
What, now I'll take your money since that gold shit is plentiful,
Sinful men, take pride my ambitions to ride,
Maken' the evil in me, rise inside,
Boil and crackle, maniacle cackale's all you hear,
It's all dark, and you fear whenever I get near,
What a queer like you, contest a nigga' like me,
I'ma settle the score more than equally, sequently,
It comes in threes, money, power, respect,
Murdah, theft, disease,
And you diein' tonite, never be at ease!
(You think you big killin' women and children, punk motha' fucka' you die tonite.)
THis was nice dawg...
Real shit...Keep Blazin it...
'/You was ready to hate, now I'm taken' your plate,
Real dogz, stay hungry, and I already ate,/'
~Second City Sunz~