Slaughter Mode

(Verse 1)

I'm a real street gang ain't no faking sh*t
Them young niggas so lame they'll be faking shit
If u hate this u better stay with a doctor
Cause my bars will hurt you almost every day
You jus' wanna be a trapper but you ain't talented jus try go fishing trapping ain't yours
I always talk truth put my pride to the side
Them rookies will be hating slaughter will be going
I kicked the door from the back do not come around me
Talk your shit stay back in the lamehood
I'll be pulling strings from the up(town) to the down(town)
My bars hotter than a summer day in Beitbridge(for real)

(Chorus)

Shit shit always talking shit
I'll be popping shit, you'll be talking shit
Your bars ain't got punch man you rap weak
You'll know how it goes when you stop beefing me ×2

(Verse 2)

Pay attention to my bars they gon' teach you a lesson
They so hot ey gon' burn u back to back
Keep on dissing, you'll never hit my level
I'll be on the top floor you'll be in the basement
I'm a king with my crown ain't no competition
I gt whole lotta bars ain't no repetition
I drop sharp facts like an issa knife
On the stage im scary like slaughter mask
Cut the bullshit if u wanna mess the vibe
You gone broke coz you let bitches eat you(shame)
I'm going hard they think I'm from Puerto Rico
I'm so hot im a bad bitch taker
I'm a gua(money) getter
Im a hard trapper
Shoot below the kneck no im a head shooter
Gang gang bang
Ey SLAM BANG
They ran out of bullets cz they shoot silly

(Chorus)

Shit shit always talking shit
I'll be popping shit, you'll be talking shit
Your bars ain't got punch man you rap weak
You'll know how it goes when you stop beefing me ×2