Dr. Butcher - Executioner Style lyrics

Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A n***a livin foul (repeat 2X) [Verse 1] As I steps inside the playground I lays down my laws at the door And any n***a that's lookin for trouble Gotsta face these silver double-four's That I be packin on my hip, hollow-tips inside the clip Ready to rip a n***as sh** and make his wig slip To the side as a h*mocide's commited I gets rid of n***as quick cause ain't no bullsh** permitted I'm a outlaw, the motherf**in villain doin k**ings, I won't stop Until the morgue got bodies stacked up to the f**in ceiling And ain't no drivebys, a mag and a bag lady, disguised and surprise You got a hole between your f**in eyes n***as is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my sh** sprays Crazy brains hangin, and n***as veins are swingin Bangin and gunslingin, even my own f**in ears are ringin Cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's Do a Hail Mary, I make Bloody Mary's out of your capillaries Pieces of flesh, hangin off a n***as chest, cause the vest That he dress, couldn't fu*k with the Smith and Wess' Motherf**ers runnin for miles, bodies stacked up in piles I'm k**in executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A n***a livin foul -- "I k** em executioner style" -] G. Rap (repeat 2X) [Verse 2] I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this Right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded Cause G. Rap ain't that n***a that try to play so n***a lay low Or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo Clown, keep f**in around, and you'll be dead G I'm spttin out the lead see, to split your f**in head like the Red Sea Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger I'm comin to split your cabbage like a savage And put two in yo' a** b**h And one inside the wifey and the baby carriage So head for the hills, I k**s n***as for thrills Causin crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill I will pull out the Glock to clear the blocky when I co*k it Get laid and played out of pocket When i rock it in your eye socket So raise up queers, and say your f**in prayers I've been k**in for years, huntin motherf**ers like reindeers If one n***a's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM) Opened his motherf**in a** like the Grand Canyon Layin f*ggot n***as like towel when I gets wild I'm foul I'm k**in executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A n***a livin foul -- "I k** em executioner style" -] G. Rap (repeat 2X) [Verse 3] I take ten paces, draw my sh**, and aim at n***as faces Leavin no traces so a n***a's BEATIN body cases I'm wettin sh** up, you get hit up, by the super soaker Brain after brain, I'm a motherf**in chain smoker Cause it's the rootin tootin with the six-shooter Put a hole in your trooper so big n***as can hula hoop ya Liftin them Smith and Wessuns like the westerns I blow out a n***as intestines, and send him back to the f**in essence Bullet rows, blows out the nose of my fo'-fo' Gunnin down all you bozos who run and call for po-po Send in paramedics and bring a lot of antisthetics Motherf**in bodies are beheaded, n***as are shredded So n***a get ready to meet your f**in fate, when I send six trey-eight Straight into your motherf**in chest plate G. Rap been murderin n***as as a child, you can go and check my files I'm k**in executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A n***a livin foul -- "I k** em executioner style" -] G. Rap (repeat 2X) [Production by Dr. Butcher]