Snuff Film Lyrics

I'll organize a snuff film

Then watch the cinema reel clip

Bunch of actors with fake props I'll send em' a real clip

You'll be on a permanent field trip burner concealed it

Razor have your face on some Seal shit

The doves is listening

Feathered down pillows to muffle the snub edition

So no blood a touch the ceiling

Grey hoodie with shells loaded deluxe edition

That just mean a few extra clips for the gun I'm gripping

You know I passed by you if the breeze shifted

Every time I walk I get a speed ticket

I dream cryptic my chi different

Knew I was gifted when I played hop scotch and all the trees lifted

Fitted low, body snatcher the give and go

I kick the door, throw your bitch's body

Through the Vizio then slit her throat

Grab the cord of the Mic

Tie son Then I pull it till it's tight that's a Riddick Bowe

Talk to me less, you bother me yes

You partially deaf, my armory you formerly met

I ought to leave your arteries stretched

For that trash talk, now in garbage he rest

Prescription bottle size bullets call the Pharmacy Techs

That country fuck tripping then his whole farm a see techs

Your daughter be next

If we ain't cross paths yet you remarkably blessed

Split personality

If it was beef and you died I'm still dissing you

I'll send a link of the track to your family members missing you

Your son I'll make him listen too

Put a iPod under his pillow

With that song on repeat for his first missing tooth this bitch confused

I'm on your heels better click your shoes

I know this Coward lion so them cans is on his children too

Bed time stories Dr Seuss's pages skipping through

I let em' meet Thing One and Thing Two then his wig get blue

I speak in code I peep behavior

You's a snake in nature parseltounge

You'll gargle guns if I'm to page a favor

Lakes with gators everglades swamp bed

He won't make the papers smorgasbord

Get tortured first swallow a plate of razors

It's safe to say your fates wrote

Surprise Motherfucker

You and James Doakes is in the same boat

The whole house a fire if my chain broke, Dexter Morgan

The teks escorting you off of my Stage Coach, four wielded