Kill Everybody

C'mon, have some fun Bitches wanna see my gun Pull it out, I'ma scare them Gonna make 'em fuckin' run Ain't a game, Freddie mane Who's the one to feel the blame? Who's he say? I'm insane I think we all feel the same Dark killing in the set, man, I'm a fucking fit Big ol' choppa on my hand I'ma watch him fucking say They say that I'm sick I know they noticed it With the demon taking over me I see all of this shit, bitch What the hell you talkin' about? Come and fuck with this I'ma smoked out I'ma get the popping of this shits Sippin' 40s from the dip Blurry vision, 'bout to spit Come and try to test my clique Catch a bullet, you'll see me Kill everybody, want mo' bodies Take the big shot straight to your big body Kill everybody, want mo' bodies Take the big shot straight to your— Kill everybody, want mo' bodies Take the big shot straight to your big body Kill-kill everybody, want mo' bodies Take the big shot straight to your big body Kill everybody, want mo' bodies Take the big shot straight to your big body Kill everybody, want mo' bodies Take the big shot straight to your big body