10,000 Degrees

歌詞

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal Straight outta hell, ring the bells, Plague is here to stay Roaches and locusts, they cover me No halo hovering, follow me in yo' grave Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here 'till the end of fucking times Thy kingdom come; thy will be done And still you wonder, "Who am I?" I am the devil's son, born and raised Preaching $uicide, googly eyes "Tell me more!"—okay Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my dick I scorch the plains Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin' I'm lord of the plagues Load up my— Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say Threatening swordplay Some would say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane Lord Plague breaking fortés $carecrow in the corn maze, haunting board games For war, we pray Plague is cold in Norway Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grey For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grey For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grey For war, we pray Death is inevitable The fucking $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical Hearin' the fucking voices through my window Begging to be dead! But no worries Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the knife May thy rise for the Yung Christ never even died My father just forsaken I I'm still $uicide until I die It's an eye for an eye Speaking of I, I— someone help me out... See the reaper having a busy season Won't even let me rest, while I'm sleeping It's gettin' harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people Xanax eatin', close to lethal Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles So I grew up a fuck-up Pow! pow! pow! pow! Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah Yeah, yeah Grew up a fuck up Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill Load the nine up Fuck all this shit If you bustas slippin' (My time's up, fuck) It's this .50 finna—