Drones for Xmas (feat. Bulldoze)

Look up in the sky

It’s not a bird it’s not a plane

Don’t play with us cuz this ain’t a fucking game

You can hover but let’s see if you can hang

Its Dirty Jerz bitch where we let them shots bang

silent snitch

You just some kind of bitch

Flying high being eyes for the government

Maybe a ufo

Who the fuck knows

Either way this my state and you gotta go

Gun shots will make you levitate.

Send that ass back to outer space

I got some killaz that won’t hesitate

To put some drones on their resume

Bitch

Fuck a blue beam

We got them red dots

Drones for Xmas

Bitch you on my wishlist

Get out my business

Or end up on the shitlist

Down with the sickness not with mental fitness

Disturbed my peace

Then from earth you are dismissed

God as my witness

I respond with a quickness

It’s a “Brave New World”

That we’re living - the litmus

Orwellian visions

‘84 is the mission

decision Time to cook

Or get up out the kitchen

You got the skies

We got the streets

You on the menu

It’s time to eat

Fuck da drones

Fuck my opps

Fuck the world

It’s a fuckin psy opp

I got my eyes open like a fuckin cyclops

I’m blasting at the sky til every one of them drops