Death Touch Lyrics

Yeah, uh

Yeah, woke up early, had to clean the strap

The rap scene is wack, think I had a dream, I'm back

Saran wrap, Vaseline the pack

Load the .45, bet what's in this mag will lean your hat

I'm like a damn machine, hit you, rip through half your spleen

Flip you like a trampoline, pistol and some gasoline

Hands are dirty, kept it sturdy like I had a team

Dolo in this bitch, lettin' 30 out the magazine

First 48 ya, I'ma Norman Bates ya

Scorch and bake ya when I'm rhymin', I'm a force of nature

Orchestrate your disappearance, turn your corpse to vapor

Twin rail guns like Eraser, I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger

Hire out of town hitters, outsource your labor

Yeah, that shit'll cost you paper, but it's hard to trace ya

Catch you slippin' and it's penance for your poor behavior

Put that .40 on you have you prayin' to your Lord and Savior

I'm politickin' all sorts of favors

Fork and razor, doin' numbers like a corporate trader

When you young and gettin' paper, then they forced to cage ya

And it don't matter what you say, cause no remorse can save ya

Pistol cockin', bout to get it poppin

Drive by, spray your whip, and tell your bitch to hop in

That's what you get for all that shit you talkin

Crash your wake, smash the cake, run up and flip your coffin

Head or chest, you get to pick the option

Stash box to fit the glock in, hollow tips to stop him

Box him in in broad day, let's turn this shit to Gotham

I'm crossin' names off of lists, it's like I'm Christmas shoppin

Caution tape around the booth, it's time to fit your coffin

My words are worshiped as the truth, it's like religious doctrine

Kalashnikov will get to choppin', bout to hit your squadron

Cause once I'm clocked in, I'll be locked in like a missile droppin

Approachin' faster than a raptor, run up close and snatch ya

Souls get captured like the rapture, you don't know what's after

And you can think it's jokes and laughter till I close your chapter

Up close and personal, surgical, how I fold you backwards

I told you rappers, I'll expose you bastards

Explode the ratchet, watch your whole frontal lobe get splattered

And you can keep on actin' tough until your nose is shattered

Bones are scattered, body full of holes and all your clothes is tattered

Just a young aficionado tryin' to hit the lotto

Take a trip to Cabo, dreams of gettin' rich like Pablo

Three cars, a decoy, a couple whips to follow

Load the clips with hollow tips, them shits will hit like Drago

Brick of blanco in the bronco, pistol in the console

If shit gets hostile, hit your chest and make that bitch a pothole

Hit the throttle, livin' fast and can't forget the model

Bars over everything you haters, suck a dick and swallow