Sgt. Trigger - Slapshock

Destruction of a mind incorporated lies

They’re ridin' like cowboys they got us bond like ties

In a place where our destination’s death

I smell my family’s blood on the devil’s breath

So what’s up are you gonna shoot me up

Shut up it won’t stop till you drop you piece of crap

This is how it’s goin' down

Yo better check yourself what goes around

What’s up Mr. Trigger Happy humpin' around the city

You’re the biggest wannabe abusing your authority

Hey you want to shoot me want to shoot me

Bang-bang-bang the bullet’s comin at me

Nah but you missed now you’re fucked up and pissed

If you want to kill me you gotta cut my throat and my wrist

You can only do this if you gotta say please

Be ready next time coz your gun’s no match for my rhyme

I pull the trigger in ya head

I pull the trigger in ya head

I pull the trigger in ya head

I pull the trigger in ya head

Oh my God all this hate just makes me rise

Oh my God all this hate just makes me rise

Oh my God all this hate just makes me rise

Oh my God all this hate just makes me rise

It’s comin' back like this

You hope and wish they hit ya with the fist

With a freestyle joint you’re stinking like a dead fish

Come inside to do a murder muthafucker

Sucker sucker oh yeah I’ll take you higher

I’ll be singing superstition like I am Stevie Wonder

You think you can kung-fu they’ll turn around and hit you

Try to run try to run you’re runnin' from Fu-Manchu

You what you gonna do