BarzILLA - Evil Dead lyrics

[Chorus] (x2) You have been warned I pull a .44 from outta the seat I body the beat Clear n***a's outta the street, your body in pieces Holler when it's time for the blood to get spilled When the hammer co*k, we don't care who we pop [Verse 1: BarzILLA] Coroner please, get this box out The left sends a right, up for the knockout We floss mouths, we repair em' like dentists On the dead dish, it's like a fossil Don't want to box? Don't act hard! MvH, we got that scrapyard We secured, he got that last guard We been around the globe like the Maps, far You ain't shining son, like the picture broke it Mugshot now, the picture is perfect Don't look at me, f**ing virgin Don't be a p**y and lift your skirt, kid Yeah, I'm about finished I don't give a f**, dog, you's a gimmick, yeah! One lesson, I bring out the henchmen I don't give a f**, you can't get him! [Chorus] (x2) I pull a .44 from outta the seat I body the beat Clear n***a's outta the street, your body in pieces Holler when it's time for the blood to get spilled When the hammer co*k, we don't care who we pop [Verse 2: Iwrekm] Yo. The guns at a club, we're making it rain The four fifth make you levitate, David Blaine There's no magic when I'm making your wig split The rabbit comes out, 3 of your men dead, now that's a hat trick Make your n***as start to disappear, no illusion Cross me once and you're dead, with no confusion The gun smoke bad for your lungs, like Allusion Now that's a fair try. For what? Execution No point of talking to ya, I'm trying to get rid of ya' My gun is dirtier than your b**h, spur like chlamydia f** talking African Hall-Buck-Assed Media Gun drawn, you better book faster than Expedia Holler when it's time to get the blood spill't Big Bad Wolf hiding under the Grandma quilt Grimy n***as, and we're k**ing for the love it Then we go in the booth and body a beat, for the f** of it! [Chorus] (x4) I pull a .44 from outta the seat I body the beat Clear n***a's outta the street, your body in pieces Holler when it's time for the blood to get spilled When the hammer co*k, we don't care who we pop