Graphic Violence

[Esoteric] I take it to the streets carjack 5-0 Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know Up front that in my trunk I got this big a*s bag When opened up it resembles a weapons show Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death The pistol on me that I rock it ain’t by Mitchell and Ness I be medicinal tests cuz I’m sick in the brain Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin’ this pain I’m thinkin’ names on the reg like a break for the third leg Weeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds egg I got the knife now limbs I’m hackin’ off Plus I fire techs like layers do Mackintosh Slackin’ off ain’t allowed when you’re on a mission To annihilate entire nightclub crowds Emptyin’ every clip, I’m fightin’ all types of shit I’ve been hit, I really like this shit Some muthaf**kas should be payin’ me to write their shit Whilin’ out bangin’ out Bicardi bites and shit I won’t settle, I deserve a medal Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level [Cop Talking Over Radio] Units in area come in, code 11–352 Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity On route to reported drug transaction Investigate immediately [Esoteric] I load up the glock I line cats in chalk Lotta pigs pullin’ triggers to blaze ya whole block Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death Don’t, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh My retinas steam but it’s wrapped in violence When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS Lock and load f**k buryin’ heaters I’m ruthless like a mother tryin’ to bury a fetus I’ll wet you up like you stuck in the rain Hit you in the jugular vain I’m pluggin’ ya brain [Guy Talking] Ya punk a*s wanna try somethin’ with me? [Esoteric] Yeah what’s that f**k that Muthaf**kas bustin’ at me I bust back Sword blaze my forte you can’t floor Shay My style is negative like the image I portray Change descriptions, let my beard grow I’m weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe Tryin’ to make it to the next bar without crackin’ a whip 5-0s start crackin’ the whip Do a search find crack in the whip Grab a jacket and split [cop yells “hold it right there”] I’ll be back in a bit now I’m packin’ a clip [Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells] “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, take that take that You ain’t killin’ me you ain’t takin’ me alive I ain’t goin out like that” [Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)] Yo, take that shit the f**k up outta there What I tell you bout makin’ all that (no) Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya a*s to bed god dammit (no no) No more XBOX for you for a week (no) I’m sick a this, matter fact f**k that (takes off his belt) C’mon boy, I’m bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt) Muthaf**ka, take that muthaf**ka (Esoteric cries) Aw hell boy, stop that cryin’ I didn’t raise me no little bytch!