10,000 Degrees

Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Straight out of hell Ring the bells, plague is here to stay Plague is here, roaches and locusts, they cover me No halo hovering, follow me in yo grave Ain't got no Patek 'cause I'll be here 'til the end of fuckin' times Been since the end of fucking times My kingdom come, thy will be done And still you're wondering who am I? I am the devil's son born and raised Preaching $uicide googly eyes tell me more, okay? Praise the fuckin' devil God can suck my dick, I scorch the veins Making mountains crumble glaciers meltin', oceans swellin' I'm Lord of the plagues Load on my – Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say Threatenin' swordplay, some would say nay 'Cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane Lil Plague breaking fortes, $carecrow in the corn maze Haunting board games For war, we pray Plaugue is cold in Norway Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray Death is inevitable The fucking $carecrow Walking on his tip-toes On your blood-stained wood floor You know, mister typical Hearing the fucking voices through my window (Begging to be dead!) But no worries, just like Chuckie Cut Throat got the blade and the knife May thy rise for the Yung Christ, never even died My father just forsaken, I I'm still $uicide until I die It's an eye for an eye Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out) See the reaper having a busy season Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin' It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil Like Knievel Ruby and I stay jumping over people (Mafia) Xanax evil Close to lethal Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles So I grew up a fuck-up (pow! pow! pow! pow!) Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah) Grew up a fuck up Load a nine up (fuck all this shit) My time's up, fuck