Midnight Marauder lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Top down up in the Chevy, let me teach you how to whip the grain
Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame
Swerving corners in this jet
I'm on a quest to touch a hundred more before I lay myself to rest
Hand on the Glock, I turn the beam on, a savage on the f*ckin' run
The Unabomber wreakin' havoc, singin' sad songs
Redrum, murder engraved inside of my mind
Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody inside
I can load and bust a hammer, hit the nail, and crucify
Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine
Death note got a page with your name on it
Bullets flyin' to your head like a f*ckin' comet (Ho)

[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
[Verse 2: Ramirez]
Steppin' out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist
Purp smoke, gun clips, shootin' from the f*ckin' hip
Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder
Grip the chopper like a boulder, ain't nobody f*ckin' colder
Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic, strapped up like a dyke
Your b*tch want the pipe, it's alright, I might hit tonight
I'ma end your life by the knife, you gon' pay the price
I'ma dim your f*ckin' lights and leave you hangin' by this tide
Telegraph inside your mailbox, it reads that you a b*tch
Body-baggin' motherf*ckers that be thinkin' that they slick
*59 'til the death of me, I never shall repent
Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick

[Chorus: Juicy J & Project Pat]
Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes