Burn this bitch to the ground
Bust a gauge in the celling lay everybody down
And if you move or make a sound
Im gone rack it back again take yo face off with this round
We don't fuck with jump street
Jump ship here comes shark week, and I like dark meat
Yeah you done fucked up now
Time to rise up and shut shit down
History in the making, victory for the taking
Forsaking since for ever, adrenaline elevating
Yeah who gone move with the masses
Who gone get left in the dirt
Get up off of yo asses, ride out and put in some work
They killed all are leaders
And left the bottom feeders
So who gone lead us to the promise land
I would pray to god but this rifle in my right hand won't allow it
Bandana brigade, never leave home with out it
This shit right here nigga (its a powder keg)
Yeah I got a three week stand off, until its correct
We not cut from the same cloth, you scared to death
Cocktails made with molotov, save ya breath
Get a vest with some hollow points
Wake the fuck up and bang this shit
Serial killer, I methodically aim never miss
I rain with a fist, cock the pistol grip
And blow ya brains into bits thats it (Its a powder keg)
Burn this bitch to the ground
Bust a gauge in the celling lay everybody down
And if you move or make a sound
Im gone rack it back again take yo face off with this round
We don't fuck with jump street
Jump ship here comes shark week, and I like dark meat
Yeah you done fucked up now
Time to rise up and shut shit down
Later for any doubt of a take over
If you let off a word the next sound POP face make over
And we dumping the weapon and step in the lincoln
And thinking of who is the next victim
We ain't flinching or blinking, Just sort of sinking into a haze
Hasting a murderous maze
Never changing my murderous ways
Electrical currents fill up the body
When the tazer touches my target
They sharted and started shaking
Convulsing and breaking into a sweat
Now im thinking im in a state of unconsiosness
But still on my feet blinking
Camera shutter eye lids, im not leaving a witness
And you can be the next victim put on the hitlist (serial)
Mind twisted, sidestick, mystic
You've been enlisted, the next statistic killer
No ballistic on the scene, we clean it up
Chlorophyll got you faded like you leaning up
Im on the verge of blowin up (its a powder keg)
Burn this bitch to the ground
Bust a gauge in the celling lay everybody down
And if you move or make a sound
Im gone rack it back again take yo face off with this round
We don't fuck with jump street
Jump ship here comes shark week, and I like dark meat
Yeah you done fucked up now
Time to rise up and shut shit down
