Breezy - Full Magazine lyrics

(1st Verse) I'll put a tag on a toe for a bag of do I'm a psycho silly mother f**er that wants to put you in a coma you better be a k**er man you're about to be a goner b**h I'm really dangerous I just bust loads you must lick chodes but what if I pick the glock up I'll shoot your whole damn block up put up your guard & I'll shoot up the fence I will destroy your self confidence an if a b**h's got a problem I'm probably going to shoot them in the face & erase you there's not a God damn thing you could say or do so just siphon out my goo when triggers are flickering it'll be something to see b**hes are sickening trying to f** with me so quickly it'll be over so wickedly that there will be no forgiven thee honestly man I ran a funeral service murdering many men that are worthless an I feel like I found my purpose I'm going harder than a fat b**h on a treadmill I shoot to k** an I will cause I'm ill I'm a really big deal with an ego ideal so f** how ya feel I'm gripping the steel b**h I got that full magazine for real (Chorus) Full Magazine All I've seen is blood shed 9 to the head 9 more dead man I'm really wasted an I got away so clean cause I hit a mother f**er with a Full Magazine All I've seen is blood shed 9 to the head 9 more dead man I'm really wasted an I got away so clean cause I hit a mother f**er with a Full Magazine an now the cops are on the scene (2nd Verse) Waving an automatic smoking a ton of chronic running past you like my name was Sonic I'll be the best that ever did it hit it & quit it I'm really feeling good like a villain should hood goes crazy when I pa** hoes saying there goes that white masked man driving that white minivan without windows bumping Tecca Nina up in the arena I be geeked up off of that Tina snorting that Christina drinking a margarita showing off my Peter people always treating me like I came in last place like I'm a basket case from outer space with a disfigured face boy you want to battle then ya better get ready to wrestle everybody's got problems & you're nothing special really fat b**h cops think I'm truly nuts when they're the ones that I see deep throating donuts everybody acts like an H.O.E. f** the gloves & the mask tell 'em it was me b**hes be asking me why do you got a full magazine b**hes are first to die when I get upon the scene these b**hes be sayin' he's sick in the brain had a lot of c**aine an none of his bullets remain that f**in' guy's insane (Chorus) (3rd Verse) You don't want to look into the mind of a psycho full of ammo & an M.O. you're a dumb dyke hoe & I will chop ya from out of the window I'll drop ya so f** a copper b**h I will pop ya better believe that my full magazine will stop ya I'll never be caught in the act I murder everybody that is a fact I'm full packed fully stacked an I'm ready the hate is getting pretty heavy open your mind cause I'm deadly like that could've been fireworks could've been a gat I'm a really cold cat I be running like I'm on that skat an I will lay you out flat with a knife or a gun or a bat I know where you're at an you're history you're a b**h to me ya better prepare for permanent injury special delivery from my artillery acting so wickedly getting the job done viciously with a handgun everybody else is on one bullsh** I take none I got a full magazine so you better run so your machete you're dead to me already I'm d**hly like Jason & Freddy ya better bring the cavalry because a lot of serial k**ers I envy (Chorus)