MERCENARIES - BLACK CASH lyrics

Bitch I got the flow
Got the magnum no control
Night vision like an owl
Electric fist delete a soul
Mercenaries on the road
Got your leader in a choke
One tone and hes kO
Cause im not gonna play games bitch
Packin the tec it cost a check
One shot you find your head deteached
Got dogtags wrapped around my neck from
All the victims that I snapped
Checking the map I mark your camp
We pulling up without a sense
Expensive lifestyle ain't a thing
We all just wanna pay the rent

Break in the backdoor
We bringing out the bag

Step on that Big Mac synthetic
Gift of cattle

Get me the fuck off out this
Status don’t makes me gag

Stepping on the band I’m not facing backwards
Rather I see the grind than touch a brand

Brand new rollers rocking it
Making it obvious you’re the Klepto god that
Started off an abomination
Never did honest

Trading your art in for profit
Trading down, you moderate bitch

End up asking all them apologies
Having your oxygen missing

Wayne's stained state
Pick yo poison, just great brain may break
Met you on yo hate train
Bitch you got to morne
I ain't part of plagues if I had a horn
I would met your pain

Heat is raising up thats from the
Blankest room to floor up
Wearing masks daily like this a next majora
Solving riddles short of sherlock but
You more like dora
Candy pussy whipped bitch, you a fukn moron

Clorox on my tendril fuck around
And get his mental split
Cybernetic school bitch outfit flexing
Out the censorships
Get your fucking vessel ripped
Pack so big it couldn't fit
Wounds is out here festering set
Measures with the metal chips
Now the whole world watch
Bullets are hitting his shit in a
Minute I stick it in home girl crotch
No intervention for you in a
Mention your watching your whole world rot
Loaded weapon of choice
In a second the noise that's an
Old world plot home grown threats
Taking no more loss

Fucked up fucked up bitch im always up
Fucked up fucked up man you need to drop

Bitch i gotta do everything that can about me

Oh my soul is leaving, oh my self is dying

Trust me this isn't about how
You are gonna blow
Trust me this is just about
How you gonna get devoured

BEAT SWITCH

Last one up last one down
Cash on a conveyer belt watch
It all pile up now
Prayers that we never make it out now
Skin welt watch and screech at the hellbound
Come and let's beat it out
Bullet be lodged In my cranium
Weigh it up bleed out my pores
I need a pint of that
Extract the gas from my corpse
Fill up your tank

Count up the bands in the
Darkness can't even see shit
Tore out my heart and you beg for forgiveness
I'm getting drunk off your lust cross
Myself off the hit list

Eyes obsidian and rolling back and
Now I'm gonna pack it
Up and leave this town
I'm never looking back
And you can't even ask where
The fuck I'm going
I'm a great white shark in a fish tank

We don't fucking walk around
Searching for another cloud
Changing our sound
To appease some kind of crowd

Little cloudchaser, good doggy
We don't like you, sincerely not sorry

We the world wide mix
Mercenaries's the clique shoot the 5, 56
Through the walls into your chick