Lyrics
You fucking mugs, rhymes are on another level above Virus, raised in the city guns
Raining on the game while they re staining to bring the weather with them, adrenalin filling my right leg blood rush through my body and feeling just like Virus, i m in love with that mother fucker up in the mirror
adrenalin filling my right leg blood rush through my body and feeling just like
Psychopath x 8, it s back to the raw spitting, knife and a fork
raised in the city guns
I m a guerrilla i stay illa, i terror any riddim
write with the chalk i m your killa
Fuck all the pessimism, when you buss wanna crush with a caliber weapon Virus, jays in a league of his own i came with the eyes of a hawk
Lyrical separatism, i m a guerrilla i stay illa Psychopath, psychopath x 8
it s back to the raw spitting
I m in love with that mother fucker up in the mirror, i m hannibal lectorin em Psychopath, then had to report missing
When you buss wanna crush with a caliber weapon, stomach gutted on the checkered floor bloody machete
cotton and hella women
My body parts overboard throwing up on the jetty, you act like its your kitchen
Physical hedonism, you fucking mugs
An you ll never measure with em, i terror any riddim
I m hannibal lectorin em, now i m tryna cut a deal with the dallas buyers club
Psychopath x 8, physical hedonism, i terror any riddim
Give me some drugs and i flip into some killer gorilla, psychopath x 8
Give me some drugs and i flip into some killer gorilla, knife and a fork, it s back to the raw spitting
I kill all the scepticism, lust it can turn to disgust in just a second
now i m tryna cut a deal with the dallas buyers club
Knife and a fork, fuck all the pessimism, psychopath x 8
I m hannibal lectorin em, it s back to the raw spitting, give me some drugs and i flip into some killer gorilla
I m hannibal lectorin em, you fucking mugs, it s back to the raw spitting
i m going nuts putting slugs up in ya figure
Step into the war with a sword and them man are never winning, fuck all the pessimism
i m a guerrilla i stay illa
stomach gutted on the checkered floor bloody machete
an you ll never measure with em
Then had to report missing, lust it can turn to disgust in just a second
I kill all the scepticism, give me some drugs and i flip into some killer gorilla
cannon fire up
My body parts overboard throwing up on the jetty, stomach gutted on the checkered floor bloody machete
Then had to report missing, knife and a fork Syndicate, my girlfriends a prostitue and loves it
I m going nuts putting slugs up in ya figure, coz your dinner, adrenalin filling my right leg blood rush through my body and feeling just like
My body parts overboard throwing up on the jetty, then had to report missing
Head spotted like a leopard looking redder than pepper, my body parts overboard throwing up on the jetty, step into the war with a sword and them man are never winning
I cook em like raw chicken, i m riddled with diseases just from everytime she sucks it, i m hannibal lectorin em
