Machete under the seat
Expired sticker in the windshield
Trying to duck police to make money if not I then kill
I ain't from new York but I live the jungle son
And got to rumble without the tool and kill you, my hand are guns
Grown men using guns to feel special, these special opp's ain't straight
My fist will flip you when I pistol whip you that's' how I operate
I'm like a real operate, seal that kill for he hesitate
I'm the bomb, gun, trigger, steel, and the Green Beret
Smoother then a ski on ice, -40 with the stash
Bladed rusty long machete, Jason Voorhees with the mask
Its an ice cold game ill be a scorcher for the cash
A stick with automatic flames, that's some torcher for your ass
So the casket be the back of the Chevy, body BOXED
Body bags in the a basket with the tags, BODYSHOP
I'm Haitian, throw machetes and your ass, body chop
His limbs off like you claim to do my dread
TARGET LOCKED
Like I'm using a AK, and its making your body rock
In the back of your chevralet, where you and you body rot
Its a death match with me, so be prepared to live or die
Better off to shoot then sue, because your mission's suicide
Hello, Aaahh shit
This dely
I got to punch line the whole thing
This shit's, f*cking me up, throwing me off and shit
Designed to hunt and kill
Beat a cunt and peel
Very savage
Matherf*cker's quick to shoot a gun I had to dodge the ratchet
And the dodges with blue lights
So hot you'll see mirages
Car to raggedy to swerve them, got to find in garages
Midnight pitched black and so cold it wasn't funny
Night crawling throw the city picking lock looking for money
I can't stand to do nothing with my life like I'm a zombie
If you hate me then get off you ass, quit sucked on your mommy
If you see me keep that dumb shit to yourself, f*ck your crying
If you try me might as well take all your anger out cause I am
I got to get my rocks off
Or have a threesome with some oriental's unlit my rock soft
No knock ups or no knock offs
I'm the type that'll flip a cop off if he's harassing me
Don't give a f*ck who your is just watch how your actions be
You don't have a reason to be coming and attacking me
So f*ck if you come with bare knuckles or if your packing heat
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Machete under the seat
Expired sticker in the windshield
Trying to duck police to make money if not I then kill
I ain't from new York but I live the jungle son
And got to rumble without the tool and kill you, my hand are guns
Grown men using guns to feel special, these special opp's ain't straight
My fist will flip you when I pistol whip you that's' how I operate
I'm like a real operate, seal that kill for he hesitate
I'm the bomb, gun, trigger, steel, and the Green Beret
Smoother then a ski on ice, -40 with the stash
Bladed rusty long machete, Jason Voorhees with the mask
Its an ice cold game ill be a scorcher for the cash
A stick with automatic flames, that's some torcher for your ass
So the casket be the back of the Chevy, body BOXED
Body bags in the a basket with the tags, BODYSHOP
I'm Haitian, throw machetes and your ass, body chop
His limbs off like you claim to do my dread
TARGET LOCKED
Like I'm using a AK, and its making your body rock
In the back of your chevralet, where you and you body rot
Its a death match with me, so be prepared to live or die
Better off to shoot then sue, because your mission's suicide
Hello, Aaahh shit
This dely
I got to punch line the whole thing
This shit's, f*cking me up, throwing me off and shit
Designed to hunt and kill
Beat a cunt and peel
Very savage
Matherf*cker's quick to shoot a gun I had to dodge the ratchet
And the dodges with blue lights
So hot you'll see mirages
Car to raggedy to swerve them, got to find in garages
Midnight pitched black and so cold it wasn't funny
Night crawling throw the city picking lock looking for money
I can't stand to do nothing with my life like I'm a zombie
If you hate me then get off you ass, quit sucked on your mommy
If you see me keep that dumb shit to yourself, f*ck your crying
If you try me might as well take all your anger out cause I am
I got to get my rocks off
Or have a threesome with some oriental's unlit my rock soft
No knock ups or no knock offs
I'm the type that'll flip a cop off if he's harassing me
Don't give a f*ck who your is just watch how your actions be
You don't have a reason to be coming and attacking me
So f*ck if you come with bare knuckles or if your packing heat
Expired sticker in the windshield
Trying to duck police to make money if not I then kill
I ain't from new York but I live the jungle son
And got to rumble without the tool and kill you, my hand are guns
Grown men using guns to feel special, these special opp's ain't straight
My fist will flip you when I pistol whip you that's' how I operate
I'm like a real operate, seal that kill for he hesitate
I'm the bomb, gun, trigger, steel, and the Green Beret
Smoother then a ski on ice, -40 with the stash
Bladed rusty long machete, Jason Voorhees with the mask
Its an ice cold game ill be a scorcher for the cash
A stick with automatic flames, that's some torcher for your ass
So the casket be the back of the Chevy, body BOXED
Body bags in the a basket with the tags, BODYSHOP
I'm Haitian, throw machetes and your ass, body chop
His limbs off like you claim to do my dread
TARGET LOCKED
Like I'm using a AK, and its making your body rock
In the back of your chevralet, where you and you body rot
Its a death match with me, so be prepared to live or die
Better off to shoot then sue, because your mission's suicide
Hello, Aaahh shit
This dely
I got to punch line the whole thing
This shit's, f*cking me up, throwing me off and shit
Designed to hunt and kill
Beat a cunt and peel
Very savage
Matherf*cker's quick to shoot a gun I had to dodge the ratchet
And the dodges with blue lights
So hot you'll see mirages
Car to raggedy to swerve them, got to find in garages
Midnight pitched black and so cold it wasn't funny
Night crawling throw the city picking lock looking for money
I can't stand to do nothing with my life like I'm a zombie
If you hate me then get off you ass, quit sucked on your mommy
If you see me keep that dumb shit to yourself, f*ck your crying
If you try me might as well take all your anger out cause I am
I got to get my rocks off
Or have a threesome with some oriental's unlit my rock soft
No knock ups or no knock offs
I'm the type that'll flip a cop off if he's harassing me
Don't give a f*ck who your is just watch how your actions be
You don't have a reason to be coming and attacking me
So f*ck if you come with bare knuckles or if your packing heat
Writer: Garon Nedrick
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid