HOMICIDAL CRASHOUT lyrics

"I'm not playing games anymore Marty, this is your last warning. If you won't leave my girl alone I will put a bullet in your f*cking head"

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...sick juice I f*ckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot, lock the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we f*ckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them n*ggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these n*ggas looking like they know it's a hit
They f*ckin' duckin' dodging bullets
Damn, I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side, Locc
A f*cking doughnut in the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now n*gga yeah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rеst in-

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"So you can kiss my f*cking ass, and go the f*ck to hell"

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"Like I said Marty keep pushing your luck b*tch, see if I don't f*cking slay your ass. And [?], see if I don't comе up there and put a god damn 9mm in your f*cking head. See if I don't put a slug in that f*cking brain of yours"