brand of sacrifice

(MTM, hit 'em with the heat) Blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah Well, that's not very Haunted house of you, now is it? Ooh, I think they fuck with me, get it buck with me Be with demons like I'm Guts, out here in the cut with me Motherfucker, better duck when you hear the blah comin' There's a hundred different yous and there's only one of me And that's why I got that brand burnin' on my neck Boy, you not a threat (fah, fah, fah) Now he pressed 'cause I took his bitch, devil in a dress (pow) She say, "Your hands, that would look the best right around my neck" (fah, fah, fah, fah) Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lookin' dead, bitch, I am Still that motherfucker that'll punch your noggin in Oh, now he pissed 'cause his bitch on my bone like some cartilage Just call it quits, 1v1, you won't survive to see your motherfuckin' kids Shoot to kill just like I'm Bullseye with that SIG, I never miss Bendin' them corners off pills, stick on me like stilts, who wanna die? Coraline, if you witness, get a few stitches through your eyes Heat him up with that fire, your buddy getting singed and cauterized Nine-double-one that Porsche, when I hit that gas, that bitch just glide We don't fold, we don't break, we don't die We just spread the plague, multiply, ruin lives How your pockets fat? So please don't doubt you've been deprived Let my chopper push his skully back, his brains reclined Ooh, I think they fuck with me, get it buck with me Be with demons like I'm Guts, out here in the cut with me Motherfucker, better duck when you hear the blah comin' There's a hundred different yous and there's only one of me And that's why I've got that brand burnin' on my neck Boy, you not a threat (fah, fah, fah) Now he pressed 'cause I took his bitch, devil in a dress (pow) She say, "Your hands, that would look the best right around my neck" (fah, fah, fah, fah) Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lookin' dead, bitch, I am 'Cause we get violent, get fuckin' violent Gon' shove a razor in your eyelid and see what ride, bitch She 'bout to let me slide Light in like I feel right in And then he said, "Wait, that was my bitch" Wait, awkward silence What's up? Like what's up? I bust up, then crunch up Young brothers with weapons Like, okay, y'all done fucked up (pow) Ashes, ashes, now they all ashes (pow, pow, pow, pow) Bro was throwin' stones in a home made of glass (pow) Shittin' on these motherfuckin' rappers is my passion He call me Savage Ga$p, but his girl call me Gaspare I'm sad for 'em, it's a wrap for 'em I ain't even tryna get 'em, got 'em feelin' that, uh Ooh, I think they fuck with me, get it buck with me Be with demons like I'm Guts, out here in the cut with me Motherfucker, better duck when you hear the blah comin' There's a hundred different yous and there's only one of me And that's why I got that brand burnin' on my neck Boy, you not a threat (fah, fah, fah) Now he pressed 'cause I took his bitch, devil in a dress (pow) She say, "Your hands, that would look the best right around my neck" (fah, fah, fah, fah) Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lookin' dead, bitch, I am