DUMPSTER CORPSE lyrics

(Intro)
Dumpster corpse, you don't get a grave
Hack a n*gga up if he get in my way
Don't try me, that's a mistake
After we fade you won't have a face

(Verse 1)
Hit 'em up like Pac
Dumpster corpse let 'em rot
Acting hard but you not
I kill my way to the top
f*ck!
Y'all act tough
But ain't doing 'nun
Talking big guns but you ain't never shoot none
The f*ck is up with that?
All 'ya lyrics cap

(Interlude)
I'm bringing natural selection back with every muzzle flash
Aye, I'm just having fun on this one
Still killing these n*ggas though
Get a whole hashtag talm' bout long live 'ya faggot ass
b*tch!

(Verse 2)
When I up that fire n*ggas drop dead
Don't test me now, Ima hot head
I don't pop pills I just pop lead
You simping over b*tches you gone give her bread
I'm innat BM, 'ya BM gimme head
It's over when I see him, leave that boy red
Talking Rara, faceplant on cement
Hahaha that 12 gauge got a spread
Drop that boy behind 'em, buckshot peel ya dreads
Run away I'll get you, wet you Mr. Gingerbread
Nine shots in 'ya body like 50 Cent
Have that pus*yboy singing along to Many Men
I'm the janitor taking out the f*cking trash
Mopstick, big drum, and a couple mags
Dumpster corpse you ain't even worth a f*cking pack
Leave you for the maggots make a home up in 'ya flesh
I don't fear you faggots, only buck on the internet
Light 'em up, watch 'em fall to ashes, pus*y cigarette
He tried to buck, got slumped, now I'm hacking at his neck