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Bloody Ruckus
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PRESTON HYDE
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Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket-Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket...
Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket-Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket
Feel the knife in your ribcage, bitch, I'm murdering
I got your body parts scattered deep in the woods where you will stink
Because I have a reservation outside of my city
Talking like you talking 'bout that shit, never turns pretty
Like bitch, who the fuck you think you fucking with?
I'll cook your head inside a microwave while smoking ish
The drip of your carcass rotting in my toolshed
Pulling the trigger whenever the shotty got ready, I'm willing to shoot heads
No sorrow, you will not live tomorrow
I plead to seventeen counts of rat poison in your baby’s bottle
There's no sympathy in how the fuck you feel
After watching me fuck a dead ogre inside of Lambeau Field
I be Cultshit repping, tombstone stepping
Bitch-slapping motherfuckers with a MAC-11
Claim you never lacking but I know that you be capping
Better come correct because my body count be cracking
Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket-Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket...
I can sit with my clique
Never tryna buck or you will die like a bitch
Motherfuckers talk like they will never get shot
Bitch, I still gangbang over dead opps
Throw your thumbs up in the air when I see ya
Better smoke a burnt bitch up like Aaliyah
Chuck her to the fish and then you're belted like a jerk
Shawty got fried like a cheddar cheese curd
East side banging with my killers, I just beat a murder case
And put her head onto my D and for his body to decay
In my mom's backyard, twenty minutes far
Pitbull chewing off your motherfucking arms
Shoutouts to The Mill, shoutouts to The Bay
Shoutouts to The K as well as Lake Geneva mane
Like old man Dan, get the fuck off my block
This that state to hate shit to make your body rot
Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket-Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket...
Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket-Pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
Pocket...
Written by: PRESTON HYDE

