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Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine,
Now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin',(Aye, aye)
It's this .50 finna do the deal (Ruby, you got it?)
Straight out of hell
Ring the bells
Plague is here to stay
Roaches and locusts, they cover me knowing they hover me
Follow me in your grave
Ain't got no protection, 'cause I've been
Since the end of ******* times
My kingdom come, thy will be done,
And still you're wondering who am I?
I am the devil's son born and raised
Fictitious $uicide, googly eyes, tell me more, okay?
Praise the ******' devil, God can suck my ****
I scorch the plains
Making mountains crumble,
Glaciers melting, oceans swelling
I'm lord of the plagues
Gold on my big–
Wait a ******* minute—I got more to say
Threatenin' swordplay, still the same name
'Cause the chip on my sword bleeds spit all day
Lil Plague make a forté, stick it with the gourmet
Hot and boil gas
For war, we pray
Fate is cold and no way hanging
From the door frame with swords that say
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
Death is inevitable
The ******* $carecrow
Walking on his tip-toes
While your blood stay, we'll flow
You know, mister typical
Hearing the ******* voices through my window
(Begging to be dead!)
But no worries, just like Chucky
Cut Throat got the blade and a knife
Made that rise for the Yung Christ, never even died
My father just forsaken, I
I'm still $uicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye
Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin'
It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of evil
Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people
Xanax evil
Close to lethal
Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles
So I threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Grew up a **** up
Gold on my big nine,
Now I'm finna shoot to kill(Load a nine up (**** all this ****))
If you bustas slippin',
It's this .50 finna do the deal (****)
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