LYRICS: RANRU "WARNING" [CORPSE ON ICE]
JUST WOKE UP BROKE AS FUCK/
THE 1ST PERSON I SEE IS GETTIN STUCK UP/
I GOT THIS OLD 38 BUT IT STILL BUCK/
DONT RUN CUZ I'LL SHOOT U DOWN LIKA BUCK/
THE BARRELL LIL DENTED, & THE HANDLE ALL TAPED UP/
FROM PISTOL WHIPPING NIGGAS WHEN THEY DONT GIVE CAKE UP/
BITCH IF I GO IN THIS PURSE & ITS ALL MAKE UP/
IMMA TAKE THIS F'N STEAK KNIFE & CUT YA F'N FACE UP/
KICK DOWN DOORS… TEAR YA PLACE UP/
YA BABY MOMMA CRYING, SHE THINK WE GON RAPE HER/
BUT I DONT WANNA RAPE HER I JUST WANT THE PAPER/
I DONT WANT YA TV, I DONT WANT YOUR ACER/
THEY ALWAYS FREEZE UP WHEN THEY SEE THAT BANGA/
DRAGGED THAT BITCH ACROSS THE FLOOR BY HER LACE FRONT/
NOW IMMA ASK U ONE TIME… DONT LIE CUNT/
IF U DONT TELL ME WHERE ITS AT U GON DIE SLUT/
VRS 2:
BLOOD ON MY KNIFE BLOOD ON MY HANDS/
CUT YOU LIKE "BOUT IT" DID "REESE" AT JULIANS/
A CLICK FULL OF DEALERS, KILLERS & HOOLIGANS/
STRAPPED WITH THEM TOOLIES GOONIE IM GOIN IN/
BLOOD ON MY SHIRT, BLOOD ON MY PANTS/
BEAT THE SHIT OUT THAT BOY FOR ROBBING MY MANS/
GUN IN THE WHIP, ONE IN MY PANTS/
HOW THE F' U GON RUN IN SKINNY JEANS & VANZ/
WE FEENA ROB THE STORE & WE USING THE SAME PLAN/
THAT BISHOP USED TO ROB OLD MAN QUILLES/
SIPPIN ON GUINESS SMOKING THAT GUNJA/
ALL BLACK EVERYTHING LIKE A AFRICAN GUYANA/
FOR THAT PAPER MY NIGGAS GO BAT SHIT... GUANO/
I'LL HAVE STICKY STOMP YA FACE IN… IN A PAIR FERROGAMOS/
LOOK AT HIS MOVADO, I JUST HIT THE LOTTO/
REVOLVER IN YA FACE… SO U CAN SEE THE HOLLOWS/
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