semi-automatic

Come in through the door, so mad I forgot my name

That's what you get when you're born into the game

Circle twice, just to make sure I got my mark

I'm an apex predator, waiting in the dark

Grab the glock from the trunk, one with three kills

Percocets, Xans, Molly gotta take my pills

See a crowd gather, shoot like I'm John Wayne

Spit fire fast from the glock, I'm DJ Quick

Feel the gun kick back in my hands

My favorite part, one in the head, two in the heart

Two fifty for the semi-automatic