JoeliD (Death Threat) Lyrics

Saw A torn piece of cardboard

Layin on the floor

When I walked through my front door

Wife in the kitchen, shittin'

Bullets coming out her mouth like she's spitting

On the card board one thing was written

Motherfuckers must be kidding

So I get the shotgun, told her that it's time to find these bitches

And it about the money, never make it about the pigment

It's my house, my wife, and soon to be my children

Life or death, do or die,

I'm the man walking out of this livin'

If you haven't seen the story of my life, I was play by Bruce Willis

Die hard, or never say my name bitch

I believe you just exceeded all the limits

Now you crossed the line

Put two x in your eyes

Now I'm livid

Shivers down your spine

Every time you take a step outside

Cock my gun as ya drive by

Gangsta, Gangsta!

I'm begging come and try

You say you're gonna take my life

Screw my wife, us my mic

Test me one more time

We'll see who's only about the hype

Cock my gun, welcome to the after life

Bye, bye die bitch die is the only thing on my mind

Run and hide, get ya body guards, get ya boys and ride

It's only me the punisher

Mr. grim reap in the middle of the street

Armed with a pipe

So look me dead in the eyes

I'm not a bird so I won't take flight

Like Dwayne, I'm a rock stand and fight

Last words why

I'll tell you why

Threaten my life, that's fine

Threats on a mic, that's alright

But when you bring it to my personal life you're gonna find

That you went too far, dot on your head as you crossed the line, line

Get my gun

Cock the shotgun, then I need

To find that little piece of meat

It's time to bring the heat

And show these bitches how they, unleashed the beast

Cock my gun

Then you'll hear the chamber ring

Then you'll see a glimpse of me

In the street

So scream I D (ID)

Fuck cop killers

I'm a drug dealer killer

Make you piss yellow like a miller

Screw Michael Jackson I'm a realer thriller

Spinal chiller

Realer than a four dollar biller

Lead filler

Mow cartels down like Attila

Ima hunt you

Mission to destroy these pussy whipped fake killers

ICU is where is where I'll send'em

Make there families pull the plug and kill'em

When I'm through God couldn't even heal'em

Peal there skin back and muscle drill'em

Talk shit and wind up in the trunk

Throat cut, nothin but the smell, now we'll see who's playing punk

This is just your warning

Your last chance to run

When I fire the gun, there's no time to jump

In the ditch or on the side of the road as a bump

That's where you could end up

OJ Simpson, ima make my first cut

Thump, thump, thump on your back door

Better duck, quack and flock

Brought the shotgun and the gospel, spray and pray, I won't use a glock

Limbs missing from your arms to your cock

Next time you wanna talk, just remember I don't come back on track with a mock

I kick back with a chamber, hot!

Threaten my life, that's fine

Threats on a mic, that's alright

But when you bring it to my personal life you're gonna find

That you went too far, dot on your head as you crossed the line, line

Get my gun

Cock the shotgun, then I need

To find that little piece of meat

It's time to bring the heat

And show these bitches how they, unleashed the beast

Cock my gun

Then you'll hear the chamber ring

Then you'll see a glimpse of me

In the street

So scream I D (ID)

Ya! You wanna send me a death threat?

I'm waiting right here

No really, I'm recording this out in front of your house right now

Fuck cop killers

I'm a drug dealer killer

Welcome to A Glimpse

I go zero to a hundred cracker real quick, real Fucken quick