Spice 1 - Machine Gun lyrics

[Hook] Here they come of a pound of Bud Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd Knock n***as' noodles, i'm about to curve Hold the Mack 10 and watch me pound their nervers If n***as go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly If n***as go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly If n***as go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly If n***as go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly [Verse One: Spice 1] Fillin up out of the funk with a black and a black, two foes on lack Never let a b**h fall off, my n***a better keep your ho on strap Man I thought it was Halloween, it was so many tricks here treatin So many candy a** n***as out here trickin off every weekend And n***as be holdin them heats but sh**tin themselves before it get real I be makin them out of believers when i put the brain on the steel n***as vanishing for real, dissapearing in the wind Evaporating motherf**ers with .45 for f**ing up (my in?) Chimpanzee a** n***as tryn to f** with a King Kong Bannana clip will spill out and fill it in your ding dong International, wear my bulletproof vest like it's a fashion show Iceberg Slim, cold as a motherf**in Alaskan tho 50-1-50, I can even show you the papers k** a n***a, have a real ghost ridin the scraper 50-1-50, I can even show you the papers k** a n***a, have a real ghost ridin the scraper [Hook] [Verse Two: Twisted Insane] Knock em with the .45, hit them with R You can n***as run up and get f**ed up But you can do all you can Try to do to save your friend But he gon die in the end When i'm off that juice and gin ? just begin Could'a been that swisher sweet that's still with the weed, no oxygen And heard that motherf**a go up on the road ? them blocks again Trick it up ?? And hoverin over motherf**ers like I was Chris Angel off a fifth of hen Excuse but is it a bit too much to eat n***as up like a double stuff Hover your cookies and please don't push me, I jump on n***as like double dutch n***as can wolf about such and such, I am for the nuts and Shoot For The Face I'm ??? and I run up n***as up if you chosin to race Hit them with venom and You claimin you tough but you sweater than cinnamon I'm off of that gin again And I'll iron your face if you wrinkle my ? I'm a n***a that's sicker than Motherf**ers that think they're wicker than psycho And murded anybody in the middle of the night when I'm lookin on n***as like Michael [Hook]