FREDDIE DREDD - Violence lyrics

Doomshop, mothafucka' mo- Mothafucka'
Doomshop, mothafucka' mo- Mothafucka'

Glock after Glock, after Glock, after Glock
Gotta throw 'em all out, man
I'm tryna beat the clock
Glock after Glock, after Glock, after Glock
Gotta throw 'em all out, man
I'm tryna beat the clock

Shot after aim, at the brain, leave a stain
I'ma leave my classic mark
Then I'm off to take a plane
Got this feeling in my chest
Now come on baby, go and guess
Damn, this feeling is so blessed
I wonder who gon' get the test
Mighty fight, you put up
But there's nothing stopping me
As I whip the blade out, slowly
Pressed it to your guts, you weak
"Please, stop hurting me"
The last thing that you could'vе said
Gripping tighter on your neck
I think this bitch is almost dead
No rеmorse for no one, you're a moron
If you think you're wrongin' me
It is best if you don't
Test the F-R-E-Double D-IE
Tryna catch your breath
As you grabbin' for your phone
Who you think you gonna dial?
You can't get no help, you know

After Glock, after Glock, after Glock
Gotta throw 'em all out, man
I'm tryna beat the clock
Glock after Glock, after Glock, after Glock
Gotta throw 'em all out, man
I'm tryna beat the clock

Aye, Freddie, here's like, uh
Some different stuff you can choose from
Ugh, aye ugh, woo ugh, woo!