Midnight Marauder

Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Top down up in the Chevy, let me teach you how to whip the grain Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame Swerving corners in this jet I'm on a quest to touch a hundred more before I lay myself to rest Hand on the Glock, I turn the beam on, a savage on the fuckin' run The Unabomber wreakin' havoc, singin' sad songs Redrum, murder engraved inside of my mind Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody inside I can load and bust a hammer, hit the nail, and crucify Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine Death note got a page with your name on it Bullets flyin' to your head like a fuckin' comet (Ho) Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Steppin' out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist Purp smoke, gun clips, shootin' from the fuckin' hip Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder Grip the chopper like a boulder, ain't nobody fuckin' colder Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic, strapped up like a dyke Your bitch want the pipe, it's alright, I might hit tonight I'ma end your life by the knife, you gon' pay the price I'ma dim your fuckin' lights and leave you hangin' by this tide Telegraph inside your mailbox, it reads that you a bitch Body-baggin' motherfuckers that be thinkin' that they slick *59 'til the death of me, I never shall repent Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes