J phunkedelik - Connect the Dots with My Info Red lyrics

Connect the dots with my info red shoot your punk a** up and make the blood wanna spread cops come to the house to shoot the place up one person gets k**ed and you get handcuffed looking at the time bomb its already zero cause j phunkedelik is your violent hero blowing up a hospital and rap mission impossibal whos that wigga that could be unstoppable carrying a uzi and aiming at a house bullets in the bridge but they had a fire of gas tucked in your couch by all means nessasary its the funklord k**ing a mercendarie connect the dots bullet your a** to the door black al pacino say hello to my new 44 whats going on lapd nypd jails not my place but some body set me free my info red beams like a laser the gadget is an inspector saving the day frome awarded by the professor my info red glows in the dark k**ing all the marks when the rockwilder stars to bark my info red goes bang like a 9mm the bullet speeds like a cheetah boms over grenada bin laden can't f** with me die harder like bruce willis when you get k**ed you when you die you better off dead and im conected to the dots with that info red!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! chrous gotta gotta connect the dots with my info red 3x with my info red with my info red I watch cops on fox and americas most wanted k**ing a suspect in the store if you ever got shot and arrested bodegas get k**ed to give me my dough or ill take my tech nine and ill blast you police trying to get me police are sweating me cause im a real o.g. hijack a plane crash it in the river whos a sadamm gangsta whos the real prangster k** a rapper without waring shots full service to spit flam at the cops punch and sick em like a wild pit bull how could drama could be so terrible my pen and pad makes a police report causer a mc like me is taking no shorts nobody should ever put me in critical condition im on my own mission at my big a** house I got Glocks in the kitchen in the toilet I got cramps immma bout to be sh**tin crash cars like a game of pole position on stage cops crash partys driven drunk like a broken down punk the speed of my rhymes was over the limit a summons and 100 dollar ticket and a warrant for my robbery and the b.s. for parole the info red aimed at me and the devil took my soul once a info red aimed at me they said hands up no respect cause my life was in the cuffs depressed myself my parents saw me dead so why did I get k**ed with that info red ?