El Guerro - Scrim

Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer

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In New Orleans, murder make you popular

You murder a few people, the women gonna love you

That’s crazy, it sounds crazy, it is crazy.

But, that’s New Orleans

Everybody wanna be attached to something

Creeping out the back with my knife tucked

Sharpened up to slash, leave a gash in your fucking guts

Hanging off the bridge, broken limbs, neck broke and crack

OG Lil Slick, life shit, bury me in black

I’m picking it up and running, steady gunning from all of the fucking 5−0

Gunning, stunning, sonning, I die for my brothers

Better run for cover when I turn to the fucking serpent

Neck jerking, one eye cracked behind the curtain, so fucking worthless

Let it resonate, don’t hesitate

Chaos, I create

Born to burn in place

Fix your motherfucking face (Yeah)

Got a bitch in the back, got a bitch in the front

One won’t stop complaining, the other rolling a blunt

Gold fronts, bitch, I’m shining, driver seat a recliner

Designing life at my fingers

Stunna, baby, big timer, juggle the world in my palm

I palm pilot a storm, I call the locust to swarm, bitch

Coming with a gun and my body, becoming everything I wasn’t

Fuck, fucking with the gang, put a bullet in your face

No trace, no chase, leave it, no case

Young Christ, disgrace, six foot grave

Devil songs, demonic praise

In a haze, I think I’m crazed

Spot my prey and then I slay

Hold up, you might get your head knocked off

Riding round town with the chopper

Fuck the law, cocking on a copper

Couple homies tweaking off that Flakka

Nose dust white from the cocaine

Running around life with a blown brain

Insane motherfucker, light the butane

Burn it down 'til it’s just ash and flames

Scarecrow, two thirds or Lil Remains

Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain

Hold up, you might get your head knocked off

Riding round town with a chopper

Fuck the law, cocking on a copper

Couple homies tweaking off that Flakka

Nose dust white from the cocaine

Running around life with a blown brain

Insane motherfucker, light the butane

Burn it down 'til it’s just ash and flames

Scarecrow, two thirds or Lil Remains

Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain