MPT-SD lyrics

[Verse 1: HXLX]
Enemy AC-130 above!
G-g-got the magazine, bullets in the magazine
If you wanna go pcv, we can do it, b*tch
I-if you wanna go, I'ma f*ckin' shoot you
I-if you wanna go, I can f*ckin' miss you
TEC-9, TEC-9 by my f*ckin side
I don't give a f*ck I don't got no time
I don't give a f*ck if I hit yo spine
[?] upset with a f*ckin landmine

[Verse 2: GOREOFFLINE]
You're all the remains, finish the mission
I just caught a f*cking body and I put her in a bag
I just killed a couple fags tryna steal my f*cking swag
Why you lurkin' through my page? Why you making this drag?
Why the f*ck you tryna zig-zag when I shoot you?
Beretta on my hip when I'm movin' with my crew
Posted with HXLX, yeah, we shoot you to your shoe
Cut throat, 1, 2, 3, got a Glock on me
Necrotrappin' 'til I die, b*tch, I'm like a f*cking zombie
You're all that remains
I'on give a f*ck
I wanna cut thеse bodies when I'm off thе f*cking molly
If your tryna talk your sh*t, I'mma leave your parents sorry
[Verse 3: GOREFUL]
Try and talk your sh*t
I'm enlisting to the army
Talking all that sh*t
Yeah, I'ma catch a f*cking body
Playin' with the dead
Feeling real paranormal
Bullet through yo' head
Yeah, you know its f*ckin GOREFUL
I don't give a f*ck
Pull up to your airspace, b*tch
Talking all that sh*t
I'll leave a VTOL in your base, b*tch
Ballistic mask on
Yeah, you know I'm f*cking faceless
I'm gonna kill you slowly
I don't want it to be painless
Pull up too the mission and
We dumping f*cking magazines
f*ck away from me, I got clinical insanity
Talking all that sh*t, yeah, I'll end your f*cking family tree