This ain’t another song about murderin’ emcees. This the type of shit when you start to squeeze. Just expressing my right to bear arms. That’s all.
lyrics
Conceived: 4/15/2012
Born: 6/12/2012
This ain’t another song about murderin’ emcees. This the type of shit when you start to squeeze. Just expressing my right to bear arms. That’s all.
Coming through my front door your ass get shot
Running through my back yard your ass get shot
Fucking with my family dog, your ass get shot
I'm a peaceful dude, but don't think I'm not
Gonna take a stand on my property you want come test okay we'll see
This and another song about murdering emcees
This the type of shit when you start to squeeze
I rather shoot first then get popped in the back
I won't get murked in a sneak attack
JPalm told me don't hesitate
Pull that shit out make ‘em levitate
Wifey heard a funny sound I get the glock
I walk around the house got my shit on cock
Got my palms all sweaty
Got to aim steady
Got to concentrate like aim shoot ready
Or is it ready aim shoot, they’re in cahoots
Kick in the door with them steel toe boots
Don't think it won't happen cuz you're in the suburbs
Thinking you’re immune, all that shit is absurd
Release and pull the trigger as I hit him in the head
Happened so fast I can't remember what I said
Thought he was a tough guy he smoked the weed out
Now he laying dead as he starts to bleed out shot.