Letra de 'Thresh' de City Morgue

Crcl

Ten shots in my hk, spray and pray at your wig (yeah)
Flash, hook, and then flay, jump you and split your shit (yeah)
At your crib it's a mayday, pull up and spray yo' kids (okay)
Bet you pray, you an opp, spray, and we the opposite (huh?)
I won't shake no hands wit' you niggas (no)
I don't need no molly to kill y'all (no)
Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (huh?)
Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (huh?)

Saw your boy be havin' guns, nigga, but run, nigga (yeah)
When that nigga pull his gun, nigga, what's up with ya? (yeah)
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas (yeah)
But be tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (okay)
Gas talkin' out ya rabbid ass mouth
Got my black on black. 9, get the back-to-back fire (boom, boom)
Still in the trap with a pack of crack rocks (what?)
In matter of half time, overdose and flatline (what?)
Who you bitches talkin' to? Nigga, I started you (fuck outta here)
6-shot revolver shoot niggas, I'm honorable (boom, boom)
Death before dishonor, lil' nigga, that's how I move (mbf)
Turn your face into a barbecue, nigga, I'm tired of you (boom, boom)
Execution style, murkin' niggas out (sleezy)
I'm in the booth with a rifle now (boom)
You in the house with a bible now (fuck outta here)
What's the shit, you don't like me now? (boom, boom)
Kick your head into the curb, make you bite the ground (mula)

Saw your boy be havin' guns, nigga, but run, nigga (yeah)
When that nigga pull his gun, nigga, what's up with ya? (yeah)
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas (yeah)
But be tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (okay)