Verse: Crucified

Murder anybody who thinking they get away
I put a shotty in their face and I'm making them feel the pain Then I celebrate the way that I put em up in a grave
I kill it wicked when I hit it the Crucified did it mane
When I fill it with the venom and run up I do to kill em
Get the money out the wallet and stomp out the fucking brain
Who the fuck don't wanna get it?
I wanted to get the money if I got to go and take it I make em' I do my thing
When a sucker wanna run up in talking about the struggling the bottom of the barrel I bury them for the fame
If they feeling really vane imma get up in the brain
Just because I'm incredible Crucified'll be the name
When I run up with that bane better get up out the lane
Now im feeling untouchable sick and talking 'bout the brain
When I kill 'em with the flame
I can bring about the pain
Now they call me a veteran, get the murder with the game
Now they call me a veteran, get to battle when I get em when I fill 'em with temperature, bustin' music for the medal
When I get up and get it man
The body is feeling is wet
Nobody in the city fuckin' with me, I did it man
Anybody want it?
Let me spit it leave 'em haunted
When i kill it imma flaunt it
Crucified you know im chronic...