12 Gauge (Collateral) ft. Anthra666 Lyrics

You don't like blood? I'll do it myself

I'm grippin' the knife, and I'm killing myself

Why not the nine? There's prints on the shell

I'm killin' that bitch and I like the smell

And when I'm done it'll be your hell

Motherfucka, I'll ring yo bell

What's that's smell?

Dead body in my basement, lost my patience

Beat a bitch down on the pavement, mothafucka let's just face it

Murder I'm craving, bitches I'm chasin'

Bodies I'm taking, corpses I'm raking

Bit on the barrel of 12

Look in my eyes and what can you tell?

That you walked through hell, you ready to kill yo self

Mothafucka eat my belt, then I put yo head on a shelf (damn)

Pump in yo face

Mothafucka I'm on that whiskey

Smoking on bud like a chimney

Finna get frisky, leavin' a blade in yo kidney

Told you once, imma leave you crying like a bitch

Punk mothafucka, better duck mothafucka

I'm swingin' a blade, gon' leave you struck mothafucka

Im in yo house and I'm in yo walls

Yeah that voice in yo head? that's me

Follow you home on the street

Shadowy figure pullin yo teeth

"Who's psychosis bitch?" I recon you'll see

With the Blacked out fit, while I'm wearing yo skin

I'll Kill you and yo kin

Yeah it's no myth that I mean my shit when I say I'm peeling yo skin

Bitch

Killing that bitch in my car, then I go shoot up a bar

Living just be that hard, Slingin' dope, I'm at large

Fuck

Fourteen tabs in my system, beat a bitch in with a baseball-bat

Motherfucker you think you saw me? Yeah I slipped my mask

Got me burning rubber, cops on my ass

Yeah, sirens wailing loud as fuck, shut them bitches up

Twenty-Six xans in my cup

Got me feeling woozy

Playing with my uzi

Stare at the body, "who's she?"

You know I killed that stupid bitch

Hit a bitch with the damn buck shot

Bitin' on the muzzle while it's still hot

Police on my ass with a red dot

Nut in her pussy like a coin slot

Beat a bitch down wit my fist

Government got me on a list

Killin' his homie, he pissed

Insane, I think I'm a schiz-

O

Hear the shotty bang, I'm cut throat

Imma kill kids and he not gonna know

Imma take his bitch she not gonna go

Imma blow his head till his grey matter show

Line up their heads row

Load up the gun then I blow

Lovin' the scream as I go

Bodies all over the floor

First you'll hear the click, recoil in my wrists

Cause the shit gon end quick

Cause I seen you, my first pick

Take aim, rehearsed it

Brains on the wall, it's perfect

"Unidentifiable"

What they say when they find you stretched on the wall

No eyeballs and yo guts out in the dining hall

Get one word, and that's all

Just one shot, it's collateral

(Twelve Gauge)

(Twelve Gauge)