Dante red, pitfall - #murderers lyrics
[Dante red, pitfall - #murderers lyrics]
Uh, this a dirty one I had to start, man
Called up Pitfall, boy
I need a marksman
Woo, big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you
You look like Eric Cartman
Wow, fuck I look like? Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes
I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got
Him singing Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from this earth, bitch
I'm a martian
I'm trigger-happy, boy
You better watch your step
I got hollows
And they taking off his head
Heard he a phony, yeah
He talking to the feds
Full metal jacket and it's
Taking off his legs
Bitch, I'm zeroed in
Know I need one shot
Fifty BMG, it likes to carve
Take his arm off
I seek, see in clear
Into your room, bitch
I got buckshot
Couple slugs inside the Saiga
Catch a gunshot
Two shots, roll a snake eyes
We gon' hit him in the lungs
Bitch, I'm rich, I'm making
Money, counting fifties
These ain't ones
And no
You won't catch me outside of
The crib without a gun
G3, I keep it slung 7.6x51
And I know that you uninformed
On the dotted line
Can you sign the form?
You a pussy
All you do is sit and check the forums
Yeah, you showing off a gun
But the tip is orange
Real gun? Bitch, I doubt that
Tell me you got straps so go
Show me that you're 'bout that
You claim you really
Know me but I doubt that
I learned this by myself, bitch
I'm an outcast
Uh, this a dirty one I had to start, man
Called up Pitfall, boy, I need a marksman
Woo, big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you
You look like Eric Cartman
Wow, fuck I look like?
Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes
I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got him
Singing Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from
This earth, bitch
I'm a martian
Called up Pitfall, boy
I need a marksman
Woo, big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you
You look like Eric Cartman
Wow, fuck I look like? Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes
I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got
Him singing Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from this earth, bitch
I'm a martian
I'm trigger-happy, boy
You better watch your step
I got hollows
And they taking off his head
Heard he a phony, yeah
He talking to the feds
Full metal jacket and it's
Taking off his legs
Bitch, I'm zeroed in
Know I need one shot
Fifty BMG, it likes to carve
Take his arm off
I seek, see in clear
Into your room, bitch
I got buckshot
Couple slugs inside the Saiga
Catch a gunshot
Two shots, roll a snake eyes
We gon' hit him in the lungs
Bitch, I'm rich, I'm making
Money, counting fifties
These ain't ones
And no
You won't catch me outside of
The crib without a gun
G3, I keep it slung 7.6x51
And I know that you uninformed
On the dotted line
Can you sign the form?
You a pussy
All you do is sit and check the forums
Yeah, you showing off a gun
But the tip is orange
Real gun? Bitch, I doubt that
Tell me you got straps so go
Show me that you're 'bout that
You claim you really
Know me but I doubt that
I learned this by myself, bitch
I'm an outcast
Uh, this a dirty one I had to start, man
Called up Pitfall, boy, I need a marksman
Woo, big M4, let it spark, man
I can't beef with you
You look like Eric Cartman
Wow, fuck I look like?
Smoking carts, man
Pack of cigarettes
I'm fired up like it was arson
Sharpened, P90 got him
Singing Kelly Clarkson
Yeah, I'm not from
This earth, bitch
I'm a martian