Superstitious

[Verse 1: Tony Bumps]
Ain't no body stopping me
Except the man looking back at me
Put a bullet in his temple
Maybe that make him reach a little hypnotize
By his eye like some black holes thinking that he met the devil
Throw the salt over my shoulders
Usually I'm not superstitions but when dealing with the devil
I might too take better care
Like some pollution what the fuck have I been doing
I don't know but I'm a nuisance
[Verse 2: REAPER7MAN]
Duct tape his mouth
Shut him up
You watch that motherfucker Tony
If he moves you put a bullet through his fucking head
We're here to get paid
I'm in my head with the master plan I'm about to take over
I got twenty loaded clips bitch you better take cover
I'm the one they warned you 'bout
Bitch I duct tape your mouth
Raid your whole fucking house
Even take your fucking couch
We here to get a mother fucking paycheck
I'm on the news channel two number one suspect
Hear you talking shit
I'll break your fucking neck
I'm that motherfucker that you'll never forget
REAPER7MAN