AC-130! lyrics

I got f*cking ARs busting down into your head
Got some f*ckin' guns that would go right through your chest
Do not give a f*ck about some pussies on my di*k
Got some f*ckin' guns and they better f*cking all die

[Verse 1: tsaruicide]
Guns, bombs, anti-tank
Done, dead, end of my day
(x2)

I got f*cking ARs busting down into your head
Got some f*ckin' guns that would go right through your chest
Do not give a f*ck about some pussies on my di*k
Got some f*ckin' guns and they better f*cking all die

Aye, I don't need no f*ckin' clip
When I got myself a drum, a hundred round inside that b*tch
I got 80 on that magazine, that magazine that better f*ckin' rip
I got 20 on that bag
I got 20 on that b*tch

[Verse 2: KILLRIDDLE]
Guns, got drugs, got blades tucked up inside my f*cking bed
With a motherf*cking cleaver, cut you up inside my shеd
pus*y b*tch, you wanna find me come and try me еnd up dead
I'mma make a f*cking bag 'cause I just sold some f*cking meth
Got a blade up on me, I’m ready to catch a body
I been struggling to sleep, I’m feeling like a zombie
I just wanna see your brain bust from this f*cking shotty
Once I’m on my killing spree, nobody gonna stop me

Ugh, you just another pus*y that wan' talk
Cut your f*cking legs off, now we gon' see how you walk
Send a photo to your family to make them mourn
I'mma f*cking film your death then send you to the morgue

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I got f*cking ARs busting down into your head
Got some f*ckin' guns that would go right through your chest
Do not give a f*ck about some pussies on my di*k
Got some f*ckin' guns and they better f*cking all die