GUTZ

Oh fuck, war slugs all up in your guts

I just heard these pussy haters

Want to grab up on my gun

Let them run

I can tell and see you acting sus

Bout to pull the drum and make you

See the sun and let it thump

Oh fuck, war slugs all up in your guts

I just heard these pussy haters

Want to grab up on my gun

Let them run

I can tell and see you acting sus

Bout to pull the drum and make you

See the sun and let it thump

I've been sipping liquid death

It looks like tattoos on my neck

It's like the devil promised checks

But I've been acting like a wreck

Yeah that gets her pussy wet

I beat it up I leave a mess

I'm licking spit I'm losing stress

And now she check my follows next

Bare flesh no, I don't want no hex mane

I'm just tossing turning when I sleep

Thats cuz' of stress, hey

Look my veins they popping

When I scream that rage and six blades

We just sitting writing raps

Until we get that pay day

All I think is kill

But I gotta chill

I don't pop a pill

I don't want a deal

Less than thirty mil' bitch

Bust them with the skill

Leave them bloody spilled

Doom is what I feel

Finna' get you peeled

Crack leave them killed

I just loaded up a tech and

When I summoned up a check

It's stacking up until my neck

Come get your feeling hurt

Teddy really murk

Bitch I'm from the dirt

Hit a verse with the curse

Then I roll up in a hearse

Oh fuck, war slugs all up in your guts

I just heard these pussy haters

Want to grab up on my gun

Let them run

I can tell and see you acting sus

Bout to pull the drum and make you

See the sun and let it thump