TERRORIST SONG (feat. Scrapper)

Bedrock bustas

Yo scrapper

Hey

You see that house over there bro?

Yahhh

Aight cmon

WOOHOOO explosion

Put a fucking pipe bomb in yo mail box

While I rail thots

Blowing up all these bots

Letting all these body's rot

Body's rot

Body's rot

Bitch I'm letting body's rot

Body's rot

Body's rot

Bitch i'm letting body's rot

Killing all these people like I'm a domestic terrorist

After I fuck you you gunna need a fucking therapist

Whomp whomp snitch why can't you just quit being a bitch

You little snitch

Little which

I can't really fuck this

Might just fly a plane up in yo motherfucking building

Then I Pull up on a bitch she and say that i look chilling

Then I'm Billing all these motherfuckers

For their cash

And all numbers

I'm Billing all these motherfuckers

For their cash

And all numbers

I'm Killin all the evil motherfukers in the world

And not the innocent

These bitches need to know where the sinners went

I got your pants on fire like they where woven and made of lint

I'm Packing tons heat just like my name was fuckin Clint

Eastwood

Smoke a wood

I think should

Do some good

Is that understood

Cuz u know that I could

Withstood all the good

In my soul

Now I add you as a number to my murder tall

Riding in a tank and dropping bombs like this is vietnam

All the people are running and screaming there's no way to be calm

The smoke from the rpg looks like it's coming from a bong

None of your family members are safe i'm gonna go kill you and your mom

Whatcha know bout me?

Packing the heat

Ak make you bleed

You tryna kill me

I go HAHA

Press delete

Drinking mimosa while i be blowing up these buildings bitch

I am a felon with that smith n wesson

Whip it out my holster bitch

Yeah the drugs are going thru my brain thru my spine (lahh)

Waving around my nine so the cops know it is mine

Blowing up these buildings uh

Making bodies flop uh

Red mist as soon as they hit the floor they gonna drop

Explosions everywhere causing bodies to explode

Gore everywhere there is bodies on the road (trashjit)

All you do is yap

You built like a napsack

Discard of the body then the rats will eat it like a snack

I could not give a care

Grab your hair i rip and tear

Slit your throat you breathe no air

Making meth inside my lair