Terminate - CutThroatCrew, 83HADES

One day I was walking seen a nigga in the back uh

Gripping on pistol so I wouldn’t lose my track uh

He knew it was dismissal so I shot him when he lacked uh

His body hit the floor and and all his blood began to stack uhh

His shit was boiling

Who the fuck you toying with

Ima get crashing down the walls and start destroying shit

And then I start deploying shit

Empty out the rounds

My vessel show you what we going wit

Where you think you going bitch

I take his head like socrities and break em to pieces

Know that I’m coming for that mold and I might terminate the thesis

I get em crying to the wolves I get em begging up to Jesus

Ima do just what I want could give a fuck bout who it pleases

I said get up out my way

I leave you dead shot in a blood puddle

You ain’t got nothing to say

I cause an earthquake and amount rubble

Fix ya attitude

Know that I’m a rabid dude

I load up the artillery I point it let it have at you

Are you blind or something?

Think that I would lie or something?

Did I make you cry or something?

Should I let you fly or something?

Yes I’m done taking my chances

Ima just ready up my stances

My bullets fire make em do dances

I leave him bloody til he go rancid

I think I’m fucked up in the head

I’m getting flashbacks of the dead

I just been ducking all of my meds

I took a run and then I just fled

Yes I break walls I break loose

Sipping hard off the grey goose

Break faces and I break tooth’s

Took drugs got a great boost

But I’m still doing what you can’t do

Got a bullet saved for the break thru

Cause nobody knows what I been do

You a victim to this place too

Cause I said line em up

Line em up

Line em up

I’ll show you something

I better run it quick the police coming

They think it’s gang shit when I’m up to something

I said sprint boy don’t let em get you

I can’t tell you what they intend to

Better find something to defend you

Just don’t fold and don’t let em bend

I’m a grave child

Kill opps

And murder demons huh

Feeling burnt out

I grab the knife and get to screaming

Put that bullet to his cranium

His ear begin to ring

The sound could fill up the whole stadium

The bullet wound begins to sting

I’m with gang shit, ima up the score