[Verse 1: ONIDUSK]
Hundred bullets going through his spine, make him fucking crippled
Bullets going through his spine, I'm 'bouta catch a triple
Gut that fucking faggot from the stomach to his nipples
Think you the best but you ain't worth a nickle
Hella bodies stacking in my attic
Bust your brain with my semi-automatic
Extended clip on my hip 'bout to get tragic
Bullets make him disappear like some fucking magic
Hiding with the .50 Cal in your backyard
Dumping everyday, I call it a scrapyard
Fuck riding 'round in a Porsche, I got a Jaguar
Rushing with my team, like I'm a vangaurd, bitch

[Verse 2: KEVLAR]
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