Budd Dwyer - Fema Camps lyrics

[Verse 1: $lick $loth] Creeping at night ready to take your f**ing life Roll the dice Never think twice k**ing these b**hes will always suffice 187 drinking redrum Murder to me is fun Ski-mask and the gloves I feel no love Fear no one One shot they done Pistol grippers bag with zippers $uicideboy$ come equipped with pistols Holding the tec Blade at your neck In the middle of the street hollering out who's next? Buck 'em and stuff 'em leave in the sheets To a player like me 6 feet ain't deep Dead dope fiend with a pound in the seat f** police and f** your peace Capping and dapping that uzi be slapping f** all that scrapping your brain I'm attacking Just loc'ed out sipping codeine $uicideboy$ b**h trick or treat [Verse 2: lil oozing] Slick told me light em up Thought he meant all the blunts Smurf was f**ing piling up Now I'm high as f** f** Now I can't tell whose my enemies Good thing I got 10 of these felonies cause by my separate identities Sending me to the loony bin again I sin with no penalties Kick it like a f**ing centipede Creeping crawling with no remedy I'll piss on your f**ing centerpiece Smoke in this b**h Now I'm smoking a b**h Yeah I'm loading the clip Put the roach to my lips Now I'm blowing a kiss to your b**h Drop dead in a pit You should have already known what this is