A Blind I to Shit

Fucking with me is a deadly challenge
Because the scales are already unbalanced
So treatment is like a blow-job bitch ready to bite
A punch to the eye will get her skills right
Call the police-I’m already blind to ya motherfucker
Smile fool-homicides’ taking your picture
Grass in your ass crack will begin growing
I’m speaking English motherfucka-not foreign

Going to the graveyard-I call it the end game
Falling in a fight, there is no shame
Lock and load the head explode
Body goes cold as the gurney the paramedics unfold
My aim is straight and my hand don’t shake
And when it comes to killing-a dead motherfucka can relate
Getting wicked like a witch casting a hex
Bullet holes through the body like a bloody vortex

Cancellation of the living appointment
Gotta remain focused and never slip
The nervous sweating like ass cracks
Pussy paranoid and always looking over their back
Survival by any means is a must
Because we all are on the borderline of chilling with Jesus
But many fools play-play thinking it’s a game
Here’s my weather report, now watch how it rain

Now you know bullshit I’m not trying to hear it
And time for it-I’m not trying to spare it
Ass whoopin and hospital bills you will inherit
And you pointing me out in court-motherfucka I dare it
You better hope they lock me up forever and a day
Or upon release I’m coming your way
With no motherfuckin talking
And like dogs these bullets-I’ll be walking