PUBLIC SHOOTOUT lyrics

[Verse 1: HATCHETSAW]
I'ma pull up with my gun, fully loaded magazine
Pull up to your crib, drench it in f*cking gasoline
Ship your body via Fed-Ex, still with the dagger in
You're motherf*cking shaking, she needs some Benzodiazepine
Dressed in full black, like the motherf*ckin' Reaper
Pull up to your crib with that fully loaded Reaper
Coming for your ears, finna rape your f*cking speakers
Always got the hatchet tucked on me, time to meet your maker
165 bpm your hearts f*cking going
You just a insecure f*ckboy, 'cus how much your ego showing
You think you're a god the way your motherf*ckin' glowing
But those arе my radioactive shells raining, like its snowing

[Verse 2: ONIDUSK]
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