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Big clip out the ride, rip out your spine
Bitch, I buss back, lift his body then he die
Never really want click-clack 'til ya whole clique whacked
It's a fact, put a body in the sky
What's that? Touchback?
Well, you got that
Rucksack full of mags for the contact
One splat, get clapped, never come back
Better back up 'fore your ass with a toe-tag
Blap! Blap! Blap!
In the back of the 'Lac, where I go, where I go?
With the Mac on my lap, I know, I know
You was asking for that, times up, times up
Leave a mag in your back, psycho, psycho
I'm G-O-D
Now a couple hoes wanna be on me
I got heat on me, with my D-O-Gs
I go C-O-D
But this is a pricey fit so don't bleed on me
(Primary feature: Automated Targeting)
(Autonomous shooting capability)
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(Stone Cold Killer)
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(Selected mode: Stone Cold Killer)
(Happy slaughtering!)
I spit killer shit like my Glock do
I might hit ya, bitch, when I pop at you
You better get a grip 'fore my dogs are loose
They might hit a lick, they might bark at you
I might sip a bit while she off a bean
Never really got what I'm offering
Hit him in his top if he talkin' sweet
You know talk is cheap so I charge a fee
Big clip out the ride, rip out your spine
Bitch, I buss back, lift his body, then he die
Never really want click-clack 'til ya whole clique whacked
It's a fact, put a body in the sky
What's that? Touchback?
Well, you got that
Rucksack full of mags for the contact
One splat, get clapped, never come back
Better back up 'fore your ass with a toe-tag
Blap! Blap! Blap!
In the back of the 'Lac, where I go, where I go?
With the Mac on my lap, I know, I know
You was asking for that, times up, times up