MellowHype - LP lyrics

(aahh)

Got my gun nigga' got-Got my gun nigga'
I got my gun nigga' i said I got my gun!
(Nigga)

So you talkin' bout assault and battery?
I'll stretch your chest cavity gradually
When I hit a nigga' with a hem-rock
In my moment of clarity
Death apparently, is my salvation
Now bury me
Riots and violence, niggas bloody servile it
Violin playin' sims
While I'm in the act of being violent
Pimps know, bitches hoes
They call me silence cause all you hear is
(Aaa-a ahh) get on the fuckin' floor give
Me my money bitch!
Or this bullet through your head is
What your gonna see next
I was neglected as a child
I spazz out and reflect
And think to myself (fuck)
Fuck it, grab the ol' ratchet
Out the whole bucket (yeah)
Time for target practice in public
The humans I shoot in the head I stuff them
Muffets fuckin' puppets
Then move to the next victim
On some flux shit

It's playful on the playground
(seesaw) It's playful
But, I don't play round' (ugh)
You niggas gon' die, any day now (ugh)
I'm speakin' out my gold grill
And I got my chrome steel (Brraa)
Finna' bust a nigga' in the head any day now
(day now) playin' round' on the play ground
(haha, Yea)
On the playground, niggas die any day now
(Wolf Gang)

Kill them, them all watch them, them fall
Make sure, no cops are called
Kill them, them all

When I say "Kill them all"
Do it like there's a drill involved
Defeat em' n' beat em', pop em' and leave em'
Conceal a god damn weapon for
A motha' fuckin' reason
Have a homicidal mental until
Your enemy's bleeding, weeping
I'm rooting for looters who's heavy shooters
(yea) loadin' niggas alone nigga' cause lord
Nigga' sit in the booster
Cock back the rooster and
Cocka' doodle doo ya'
I got hot holes for hot heads
Medulla oblongata
The problem solved with salsa
You need a hit man, cause I'm the one rasta
Breakin' down ya' backdoor
Waking ya' mom and papa i'm hungry
Whats for dinner? Bitch nigga' and lobster?
I don't fuck around nah, I don't fuck around
Throwin' NFL bullets, Ochocinco touch it down
Truth or dare bitch, I blast liars (ugh)
And cast fires
Leaving skinny niggas, flatter than fat tires