D.i. - 100 Bar Blackout lyrics

yeah this all? no doubt a yo 100 bar blackout yo uh I set the sirens off every time i step in the streets if you get the feds you better put a weapon to me i want metal sh** that will turn your vest in debris blow you away like the winter drown your a** in the sea sink you lower than the titanic so many n***as is benched it's like a man with no legs i can't stand it yawl cats is p**y might as well come with a wig get your self some d cups and try to change to ya fig i run trains with my n***as yo we tag team hoes when your crew get on the stage it's like a drag queen show except yawl ain't got no wigs or skits and yawl front like you gangsta till you see a gun in your shirt it only take a bullet shot to put one in the dirt and you better hope that it miss one of them nerds cuz the vests is getting better, ya heard? had to offer you to speak with ya jaw week, sh** for words you probably wondering if i'm crazy or not there's only one way to find out n***a but a thing to my top and if you wonder what a piece could do i bust bleed in ya boo, make her offer you to breathe or move i act wild when i bang, n***a d's a fool but if your chick see me, she'll be leaving you i take you to the strip and show you what a g can do i want burners so hot make you heat the room want ice that will make the bride leave the groom make jakes, cold stakes with a fleet and scoop(?) i'm so cold i be making n***as heat they tombs and hop in with the quickness to meet they doom you gotta be the one who made me to stop this kid f** with smoke that will make a n***a's nostrils bleed you better see me when you got a doc cold in your palm and a priest on your arm that could leave you to God i've been sick since the day i was born doctors had to tranquilize me in my arms just for keeping me calm that's why i build a tolerance for the d** air packs and hollow tips to your mug spill your brains on the rug slice your wrists up just so i can play with your blood and like d (?) spill your face in the tub yo, does this mic have a battery pac? it would probably have to recharge 10 times to hand my raps n***a f** it i ain't plannin a hook my rhymes are so hot, everyday i gotta put a fan in my book that's why i spit like it's fire in words i gotta rhyme on a cordless mic or the wire would burn mad n***a's wanna chill without he best yo the only way you can hang with me is with a rope to your neck and you probably wonder when imam stop n***a i an't gonna stop till the ak ain't able to drop till your blood aint able to spill i got so many bodies on my waste the government made me a field just so i could f**in bury them all i paid so many visits to the grave that i had to mary the morgue did you hear? had to marry the morgue i cut your fans hands off so you can't get a round of applause i want a whip that could level the ground and if you old to the game, best believe imam setting you down except it ain't gonna be with a wife it's gonna be with a knife if i can't bust a (?) in a night i'm a little hungry man bro i'll shoot you in the stomach then put a key of coke in your wounds to numb it to spit a verse i wrote it's like a grope of hard liquor n***a it'll burn your throat give you stomach pains that spaz you out eat you from the inside so the doctors had to drag you out gag em out you ain't real, n***a you a f*g who (?) i know a chick that will bag your spouse get you shot in an hour or less shower your vest (?) big bites that devour your flesh i can see that it's a game to you you shouldn't play with a n***a that's better more flame than you more clicks, more frames than you more real, more ill, more will, more brains than you the only thing i an't got is more fame than you but a 400 shot 12 gauge will do can't do it, imam page your boo catch her late night spit game, tell that chick to beg for food pitch you (?) something that won't make ya move wake you up to a tech, and a (?) that ain't even half of what imam do tie you up on the couch seal blows till your face is blue have your whole fam hating you and to think, that's a gram n***a, pictures what an 8th could do