INFECTION lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Brainstormer laced loner with my days over
Death odor, organs in the bag like I'm a donor
Chem smoker, overdoser on a daily bring death closer
Mincing up whatever I have left of my heart since sh*t's over
Wait, can't do sh*t unless you're with your mans
Raid, you get trampled like travis scott fans
f*ck your feature, f*ck your whole discography, and f*ck your past
I don't even bother anymore, yo' music sounds like ass
Wanna get my Ks up, I need more bands
With a Mac-11, shooting my friends
Pussies get mad now, talkin' sh*t fast
No clue who they tryna be, but they got no chance
Swing f*cking my fists, ah, break yo' front door
Bringing up the dogs now, off-leash, bulldog
Pull the f*cking guns out, Glocky, C4
Where you gonna run now? Die here dumb whore

[Verse 2]
Put my fingers in your eyes, lil b*tch, you get lobotomized
'Boutta take a p*ss on your body and call you baptized
Dump another faggot in the river, make a red tide
Never f*cked with red carpets, b*tch, I would rather stomp spines (Rip yo' limbs up)
Walk in a crowd with a hatchet if faggots talk sh*t, I'ma chop them to bits, uh
I got a brick in my backpack, I finesse the plug and I'm hittin' a lick, uh
p*ssing all over these b*tches, they know that I love it that sh*t is my kink, uh
Call me a farmer 'cause I got no dealer, lil b*tch, I just grow my own weed, uh
Blood fists, big blades, break homes invade
Crack bones, we play, leave you decayed
Hung in broad day, watch that b*tch sway
Never having convos with b*tches 'cause I can't relate
Grab the Glock I lock it
Pull up to yo' addy, aiming to the head and pop it
I'ma cut a hole up in her throat and then I f*ck it
I'm a terrorist, I walk with bombs up in my pocket
Stomp yo' face like sh*t is nothing
b*tch, I'm getting off-leash, uh, f*ck his f*cking b*tch too
End up in the ER with his motherf*cking wrist blue
Ignorance no bliss, hommie whats the issue
Get executed in your house no one will f*cking miss you
[Outro]
Pop a perc, getting into work, I'ma shoot you first
Hand yo' purse, pockets full no fuss, pay me for a verse
Pop a perc, getting into work, I'ma shoot you first
Hand yo' purse, pockets full no fuss, pay me for a verse