[Verse 1: Violent Remark]
Wrist work, bleeding hurt, using blades to dispose trash
Panic room, on some shrooms, blades to end you in a flash
Dick in your bitch, yuh, call me with a choppa bitch
Don’t call me with that dry shit, I'm onto some other shit
On the run, trap it up, bring that shit and pack it up
No screw up, got a cleaver just in case you fuck it up
Runnin’ over, smoking sober, drunk as fuck when in my Rover
Piling corpses up like Tetris, ain’t no stoppin’ this blood lover

[Chorus: Violent Remark]
I was supposed to sell my soul, but i had a knife on me
Was supposed to be bent, but yo girl finished the D
Satan in my veins, give the karambit and smoking dope
VR666, slang on my blade like you’re an antelope

[Verse 2: S1lverballer]
Got him on my sight, this shooter ‘bout to lose his sight
Sеnt so many to Satan’s lap, I can’t tell if I’m right
Money wired, won’t stop, еxtra stuff, post the shot
Hurt harder than your neck before your corpse dropped
Run slowly, look at me despite your eyes being sore
Red liquid crawls down ‘til it splashes on the floor
Did it hurt to me? Tell me, did it hurt to you? I’m sorry
It’s just a contract, maybe it is your fault for being so fucking sloppy (How about that?)