Songtexte DIRT. (feat. SPIIRAL) - MissingFactxr

Lets keep it a buck
Factxr is that typa of motherfucker
That is gonna fuckin slaughter
Every single bitchmade, in the cut

Ain't nobody fuck with you or your gang
And instead I prefer to run my shit up
(Ye)

I love the scent of that violence
dippin when we hear them sirens (uh)
My murder rate grow alarmin
Sorry bitch i dont say sorry

Dont care bout what you heard
Better go back down, to your herd
Hand me a glock, i go berserk
We gon put you down inside the dirt

Let them rest in peace
If they sleep on me
Wait theres more to see
My blade defines lethality
I got that rage inside of me

I give them lobotomies
So harsh, my verse gives calluses
Take a sip from my chalice
Sit in the throne of my palace

They in the need to see doctors
When I am handeling choppers
My checks, they never lack commas
Im blowin up like Osama

I write my shit cause i stutter
Im movin so slick like butter
No competition, they suckers
I bend the rules like they rubber

I got that blade, i keep it tucked in
Im taking hits till im coughing
What they know, based on assumptions
They all want smoke, but no cancer

Put aside your forgotten means
Got no time for lobotomies
I've been doing reconnaissance
And there's nothing inside of me

Been unlucky as of lately
Feeling so hazy
Black cat crazy
Yuh, ay

Put the foot to the floor
Watch out now i'm hitting the dash
Don't hang round me, leave silently
No cos you'll never last

Going too fast, amphetamine
Feel it deep down there's hell in me
Feaper watching, too loco
Fow this is my epitaph

Locked deep down in the grave won't find me
Ouija boards out, but the dead walk blindly
Souls exposed to the light, unkindly
In the quicksand, you'll stay untimely

Demise i relight this war
Bones so cold, sub-zero finish him
Decline i feel like i'm lost
Saboteurs slow me down like ratilin yuh