Hodgy Beats - LP lyrics

(aahh!) [Verse1: Hodgy Beats] Got my gun n***a' Got-Got my gun n***a' I got my gun n***a' I said I got my gun! (n***a!) So you talkin' bout a**ault and battery? I'll stretch your chest cavity gradually When I hit a n***a' with a hem-rock, in my moment of clarity d**h apparently, is my salvation, now bury me Riots and violence, n***as bloody servile it Violin playin' sims, while I'm in the act of being violent Pimps know, b**hes hoes They call me silence cause all you hear is.. (Aaaaaahhhh!) Get on the f**in' floor give me my money b**h! Or this bullet through your head is what your gonna see next I was neglected as a child, I spazz out and reflect And think to myself, (f**) f** it, grab the ol' ratchet, out the whole bucket (Yeah!) Time for target practice in public The humans I shoot in the head I stuff them, Muffets f**in' puppets Then move to the next victim on some flux sh** [Hook] It's playful on the playground..(seesaw) It's playful, but I don't play round' (ugh) You n***as gon' die, any day now (ugh) I'm speakin' out my gold grill, and I got my chrome steel (Brraa!) Finna' bust a n***a' in the head any day now (day now) Playin' round' on the play ground (haha)(Yea!) On the playground, n***as die any day now (Wolf Gang!) [Hook x 2] k** them, them all Watch them, them fall Make sure, no cops are called k** them, them all When I say "k** them all", do it like there's a drill involved Defeat em' n' beat em', pop em' and leave em' Conceal a god damn weapon for a motha' f**in' reason Have a homicidal mental until your enemy's bleeding, weeping I'm rooting for looters who's heavy shooters (yea!) Loadin' n***as alone n***a' cause lord n***a' sit in the booster co*k back the rooster and co*ka' doodle doo ya' I got hot holes for hot heads, medulla oblongata The problem solved with salsa You need a hit man, cause I'm the one rasta Breakin' down ya' backdoor, waking ya' mom and papa I'm hungry, whats for dinner? b**h n***a' and lobster? I don't f** around nah, I don't f** around Throwin' NFL bullets, Ochocinco touch it down Truth or dare b**h, I blast liars (ugh) And cast fires Leaving skinny n***as, flatter than fat tires [Hook x 2] [Hook] [Hook x 2] f** The Police