Oxycaution - CHAIN MAIL II lyrics

[Verse 1: KRISISDEAD] Murder, murder Soup ain't amateur I f** on your b**h She said it hurt her I don't give a f** about her word or anything else you gotta say Ratta-tat-tat imma let the gat spray Maniac Soup, the God of decay f** you f** a double deal I'll march with the Achilles heel to split your a** in half with a steering wheel How does it feel you dumba** f**ing double crosser? Imma make your b**h kneel b**h, heel b**h, you on the other end of the deal Oh sh**, this just got real f** a hoe, end up at the bottom of the lake Slap your f**ing face with a motherf**ing rake Don't f** with me That's if you wanna wake up one more day It's Chain Mail II, b**h [Verse 2: Oxycaution] Murder, murder I'm a junkie heartless ba*tard b**h can't touch me Beat his face in 'til I'm bloody Chain Mail II so I'm really unlucky Imma k** this motherf**er Skull's all bloody Broken pulp Sanity's decaying Fighting spirit I can't help but f**ing hope Eaten by the [?] My soul's all black and shadow Watch it f**ing grow Cop pulled me over Showed my face and he pulled out his 30 f**er made me angry Now my claws are getting dirty Imma put my thumbnails in his eyes Ace is dead, Yung Crow will rise Oxy makes the virgins cry Third eye sharp, can't see through lies Satan's kids committing crimes Non believers, time to die Chain Mail II [Verse 3: Advancers] Murder, murder 417 on my name Summoning these demons Might just [?] myself for fame Hearing all these voices Put a bullet through my brain I never gave a f** Let my body engulf in flames Going to ascend to the deepest circle Come to accept that my soul's infernal I'm at a crossroads no reversal Show up to my ashes, none of that verbal Open that mail [?] side of the center Pop another xanny, I refuse to remember [?] 99, don't make me lose my temper Take my own life 'cause I don't surrender [Verse 4: BORDERLINE] Murder, murder Druggie junkie I'll send your body ducking If not, I pull up with blades and get to body dumping You see I'm f**ing psychotic, out on a k**ing spree B-Line turn into a prophet, you begging on your knees "B-Line! B-Line! I'm too young, it's not my time! Just have mercy on my soul! Please, I do not wanna die!" Shut the f** up, little b**h Don't you waste your f**ing breath B-Line died and Krow has risen here to give the gift of d**h Homicide on my mind Sending shivers through my spine Lord of d**h was once divine Has taken life but won't take mine Eliminating parasites Send 'em straight to paradise Body dumping at midnight A feast for maggots, rats, and mice [Verse 5: Izaguirre] Don't give a f** about none of you b**hes I ride with my gang with some chariots All my life I've encountered some fakes and y'all see through just like an aquarium Don't even get near me I don't wanna touch you You making me sick like bacteria Created a life of depression and pain Only thing in my brain is hysteria The reason why you talk to me is 'cause you know I'm 'bout to blow Knowing that I'm coming from nothing Just know I'll be VIP "Yeah, right" b**h, you probably got a f**ing STD Demons of the f**ing night We run up like some f**ing knights Bleachboys be the movement that will rise above the f**ing lights Say I'm acting foolish Just know it's because I'm Jewish and you say our music trash Just know your music sewage, aye