[Hook]
You never know what you're getting into.
Fear of life or fear of death,
Never know when you're gonna spit your last breath.
You can mummur,
You can shudder,
But mother fucker you're still goin six feet under.

[Verse 1]
My red eyes are like a beacon in the night.
But I throw a hoodie on and grab my knife.
I start walking thru the streets,
With my knife in my hand.
All yall stupid fucks who think we're some pitty ass school band,
Aint gonna think shit once your throat gets slit.
You start begging for your life,
But it's already too late.
I touch my blade to your skin
and I slice and dice.
I don't jab and I don't stab,
That's just way too quick.
I wanna make you suffer,
'Cause you aint nothin' but a dumb mother fucker.
I wanna watch your soul slippin' from your body.
I wanna feel you go limp
and know you aint comin' back.
You caused too much pain
For too much time.
You just sat there and laughed,
While you ran that bitch ass hater mouth.

[Hook]
You never know what you're getting into.
Fear of life or fear of death,
Never know when you're gonna spit your last breath.
You can mummur,
You can Shudder,
But mother fucker you're still goin six feet under.

[Verse 2]
I went and grabbed my homies.
Brent, Reamon, and Jonny.
I call them The Rooster, Gorillia Man, and J-Town.
We all got our hatchets,
Stuff 'em down into the waist of our pants.
It's two in the morning,
We should all be in our beds fast asleep.
But we're out in the streets,
Waiting for our next victum to meet.
We got our face paint on,
And you're looking at us like you're affriad.
We wave you over,
Acting all freindly and shit,
And because of that one look,
Your head gets split.
Jonny gets first hit,
Brent gets second.
Reamon and I look at eachother like "Ha, fuck it."
We pull our hatchets and join in.
Ha! Scared yet?
I bet you are because your a hater bitch!

[Hook]
You never know what you're getting into.
Fear of life or fear of death,
Never know when you're gonna spit your last breath.
You can mummur,
You can Shudder,
But mother fucker you're still goin six feet under.

[Verse 3]
We chop your body into bits,
Then toss ya in the ditch.
And just for kicks,
We cut your heart out.
Or well, atleast try.
Because where your heart should be,
It's a cold shriviled up peice of meat.
We set fire to that bitch,
And it looks like a lump of coal.
Looks like Santa didnt bring you what you wanted.
He put a peice of black shit where your heart should've been.
Well now we ended your problem,
And that problem was your life,
All with the cut of a knife.

[Hook]
You never know what you're getting into.
Fear of life or fear of death,
Never know when you're gonna spit your last breath.
You can mummur,
You can Shudder,
But mother fucker you're still goin six feet under.

[Verse 4]
Your bitch ass thought you had us.
Thought you one man standing could take on 4 wicked clowns.
But now who's wearing the crown?
King of a kingdom,
Bitch please.
We run the 904 like it aint shit.
'Cause this is where Im from bitch!
I have Brent slit your throat,
Let all you blood run out.
And you think your gaurds are gonna save you?
Atleast get revenge for you?
Well guess what mather facko!
I got Jonny and Remon on their bitch asses.
They aint shit for a wicked clown.
We handle our bussiness,
With a hatchet swinging and cutting them fake bitches!

[Hook]
You never know what you're getting into.
Fear of life or fear of death,
Never know when you're gonna spit your last breath.
You can mummur,
You can Shudder,
But mother fucker you're still goin six feet under.

12/22/2011

Posted on 12/22/2011
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