Chris Rivers - Gun Shot lyrics

[Intro: Charles Manson] Maybe i should have k**ed 4- 5 hundred people, then i would have felt better Then i would have felt like i really offered the society something You know, if i wanted to k** somebody I'd take this book and beat you to d**h with it, and i wouldn't feel a thing It would be just like walking to the d**tore [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yeah, burna by my side i'm Huey Newton in a wicked chair Wrist frostbit, everywhere i go the b**h is there Ice cold Benton Ligaments inside the fridge again Told my mama "f** School, 'ima be a billionare" My heart a ice box fur on my back, that's white fox n***as hit the block, put crack inside they white socks The sh** that n***as do to get a buck or two, let a couple loose now they pourin' out a couple brews Dearly departed, i'm k**ing these artists I don't give a f** about a plaque, they gon' feel me regardless I need´that dumbbread, i'm so sick i might cut off a f**ing nun's head I'm the future, b**h i have never had my palms red I might throw gold at the bottom of my teeth I'm a problem for you geeks Never modest, i'm a beast Parallel to hell, blauw n***as catch a pair of shells Swing the iron at you n***as diddy with the kettlebell [Hook One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Am i dead yet? One time more One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Leave it dead on the floor One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Am i dead yet One time more One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Leave it dead on the floor [Verse 2 Drugs, liqour, guns, d**, liqour, guns Pull a razor out my gums liqour on my tongue I sniff gunpowder and i eat metal bullets Stomp you to d**h infront of the pigs and sell the footage Real savage with a still ratchet f** you in the a** with a gun, make you a real f*ggot Let's get these pills crackin', let's make these mils' matchin' Houses and cars under the stars cause we been slackin' I'm so relaxed knowing how to [?] a match You want me on your tracks then i'm gonna overtax Snap a fast cause' i use a packets crack I ain't got no mercy no mo' cause they ain't got my back p**y, i'm Drizzy on back to back, Nas on Ether or Biggie on Life after d**h I call on my goons like "Who we slapping next?" I have em' blowing in the metal, and no it ain't the clarinet [Hook One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Am i dead yet? One time more One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Leave it dead on the floor One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Am i dead yet One time more One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Leave it dead on the floor [Verse 3 Heater by my side, i can feel the cold Open up the oven, got a sheet of dough Tell you keep it blunt If you see the dough, run you mouth until it's time stand to see it, though Tell you never grow, b**h i see the dough Humble but i rumble like Muhammed Ali in the jungle, with these demons with George Foreman I'm George Foreman when the Mike titans like Mike Tyson Tell my sugar ray [?] is gonna pinch right through the darkness, this is life, fight it Think outside the box, pack it up like you got lots of it Fell in love with thots [?] expose like they got cardigans I was getting carted, hopping trains cause' i have to measure Drive got me a car, for insurance i got half a Gecko Racketball been back and forth with paddles on and adderals Focus on this boat [?] Cause' there is big fish in the ocean that came from little ponds [?] Said i feel it never happened, lord it's [Hook One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Am i dead yet? One time more One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Leave it dead on the floor One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Am i dead yet One time more One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot Leave it dead on the floor