2 Pumps And A Black Mask

Two pistol grip pumps and a black mask

Triple M-F-D, peel your cap back

Deadly drug, got it packed in our backpack

Overdose off the sick, yeah, and that's that

Two pistol grip pumps and a black mask

Triple M-F-D, peel your cap back

Deadly drug, got it packed in our backpack

Overdose off the sick, yeah, and that's that

It's like that

We're diagnosed as some loose cannons

Slightly off our fuckin' rockers

Not at all there, actually, it's real savagery

Look at all the humans that are cattle, sing the songs of death

Nothin' less, this hot iron prodded on your chest

Best if we never meet again, better hope that

Throats that we sever are whosever but yours

Having Gorefather and Insane as your opps

Get whackedeither way, I wonder which gets you first

You see, our chemistry is similar but unbalanced, some challenge

Our every move that's calculated, nothin' fabricated

We gun brandish, put it right against your molars, ninja

Respect the unstable souls that are cold as winter

Lost like a puppy, euthanized 'cause it bit yo

Child by the face, we bungee jump with no cord

Splat, paint this motherfucker red like a picture

Shoot up your place, remove you all off the board

Two pistol grip pumps and a black mask

Triple M-F-D, peel your cap back

Deadly drug, got it packed in our backpack

Overdose off the sick, yeah, and that's that

Two pistol grip pumps and a black mask

Triple M-F-D, peel your cap back

Deadly drug, got it packed in our backpack

Overdose off the sick, yeah, and that's that

It's like that

Ain't no negotiation, we are on your helmet boy

We down to die for this shit and you can smell it boy

DMX said it's dark and Hell is hot

But when we jump off the deep end, that's not a thought

We drink a lot but it never fills the void

And resort to violence when there's nothing left to be said

Bad as it gets like a handheld mixer abortion

Leave you to rot with a bullet hole in your head (Boom!)

Padded room with these voices inside my fuckin' head

Somethin' said, "You ain't locked up, so you can bust they head"

Wide open with a cinderblock 'til they egg yolk

Leaks while his craniums open up like a stadium

A whole millennium in Hell is like a weekend

Our normal lives, though everything normal, we refuse

To even consider, homicides are what we seeking

Goin' off the deep end, takin' 'em with them cement shoes

Two pistol grip pumps and a black mask

Triple M-F-D, peel your cap back

Deadly drug, got it packed in our backpack

Overdose off the sick, yeah, and that's that

Two pistol grip pumps and a black mask

Triple M-F-D, peel your cap back

Deadly drug, got it packed in our backpack

Overdose off the sick, yeah, and that's that

It's like that